Chapter 19: Are You Sure That’s Showing Support, Not a Bunch of Green Hats?

Qin He finally managed to squeeze in. Looking at the particularly energetic old lady sitting on the sofa, he immediately understood—so the “rich lady sister” was actually his grandmother.

He stared at the old lady in disbelief. “Grandma, what are you doing? Today is the 20th anniversary of Grandpa’s death. Did you forget?”

Lin Qingqing froze on the spot when she heard that.

Today was the original host’s husband’s memorial day? And the 20th anniversary at that?!

Why didn’t anyone give her a heads-up?

This kind of day was definitely not suitable for hosting a party, let alone fooling around. It was extremely disrespectful to the deceased.

After all, the dead should be honored.

Lin Qingqing immediately straightened up and adopted a serious demeanor. She cleared her throat, swept her gaze over the group of handsome young men present, and said solemnly, “It’s the 20th anniversary, so I wanted to honor your grandpa in a grand way. That’s why I invited people over to boost the atmosphere.”

Qin He was almost moved to tears. His grandma truly loved his grandpa—their relationship was so strong!

Before today, the whole family had been worried that Grandma would be overly sad and emotionally unstable. They’d even arranged for medical personnel to be on standby.

They didn’t dare mention it to her beforehand, fearing it would upset her too much.

Every year around the memorial date, Grandma would usually be in low spirits, sitting alone and dazed in the backyard by the fishing pavilion.

That had been Grandpa’s favorite spot when he was alive.

The love Grandma had for Grandpa was clear for the whole family to see.

But looking at her now, it seemed like she had finally moved on from the shadow of Grandpa’s death.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to a bar to find male models the other day.

It was a good thing she was moving on. At her age, she should already have come to terms with life and death.

Qin He looked at the room full of men in suits and felt emotional. Even though Grandma had moved on, her love for Grandpa clearly hadn’t faded one bit.

She still wanted to host a grand memorial for the 20th anniversary.

He believed that if Grandpa could see this from heaven, he would feel that everything in his life had been worth it. He could truly rest in peace.

Another day, touched by his grandparents’ love!

Qin He looked at his grandma and smiled warmly. “Grandma, everything is arranged at the cemetery. I came to take you there.”

Seeing the red rims around his eyes, Lin Qingqing figured the child must be feeling sad about missing his grandfather. She quickly stood up and gently patted his shoulder in comfort, then left for the cemetery with him.

As they reached the doorway, one of the young men who had been waiting in line outside asked in a low voice, “Rich lady sister, where are you going? Weren’t we supposed to go clubbing?”

Lin Qingqing raised her hand to shield her mouth and whispered, “Change of plans—we’re heading to the cemetery.”

The young man frowned slightly. “Clubbing at a graveyard? That doesn’t sound right…”

Lin Qingqing said seriously, “Clubbing is paused. We’re now going to show support for my late husband’s 20th death anniversary.”

The young man was stunned. “A 20th death anniversary… showing support? Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for us to go? Aren’t you afraid your husband will be so mad he’ll flip the coffin lid?”

Lin Qingqing thought for a moment. “Then you all don’t need to come. Just go back for now. Get reimbursed for travel and lost wages from Butler Ding.”

She wasn’t afraid of any coffin lid flipping. The man had been dead for 20 years—he might already have reincarnated somewhere. The whole “flipping the lid” thing didn’t really apply.

She just realized that bringing along this many handsome young men was indeed inappropriate.

Lin Qingqing got into the car with Qin He. Qin He glanced out the window and saw all the men had left, so he asked curiously, “Grandma, why did they all leave? Weren’t they here to support Grandpa?”

Lin Qingqing casually made something up, “I thought about it again. Your grandpa preferred low-key things when he was alive. He probably wouldn’t like arrangements like this, so I sent them away.”

Qin He sniffled. “Grandma.”

“Hmm?”

“You and Grandpa really loved each other.”

“…”

Was this kid crying from being touched?

At the cemetery, Lin Qingqing was stunned at the crowd gathered in front of the tombstone.

So many people.

Besides her son’s family and her three grandsons, she didn’t recognize anyone else.

Qin He supported her up the steps. The people all bowed and greeted her as she passed, and she maintained her elegant and noble demeanor, responding only with a faint smile.

Good thing she was the family matriarch—if she were a junior and didn’t recognize anyone at this event, she’d be scolded at dinner for being rude and ill-mannered.

With Qin He’s help, Lin Qingqing approached the tombstone. She curiously looked at the black-and-white photo etched into it.

She’d been so busy collecting shock points and changing the family’s fate since she transmigrated here, she hadn’t taken a good look at what her “husband” looked like.

In the photo, although the man’s face and hair showed signs of age, his strong features and dignified temperament indicated that he must’ve been quite handsome in his youth.

Even now, he looked like a classy and good-looking older man.

As that thought crossed her mind, she suddenly felt something slide down her cheek—wet and warm.

She raised her hand and lightly wiped it with her fingers, realizing she had started crying at some point.

And she couldn’t stop. The more she cried, the more she wanted to cry.

Why did her chest hurt so much, as if something were squeezing her heart so tightly she could barely breathe?

Was it the original body feeling pain and longing for her other half?

Like a puppet on strings, Lin Qingqing moved stiffly to the tombstone, crouched down, and gently traced her fingers over the black-and-white photo—stroking the man’s brows and face.

After a while, Lin Qingqing suddenly came back to her senses and pulled her hand back, quickly wiping away her tears.

How strange… Why did she suddenly get so emotionally involved? Why did she see the man in the photo as her husband?

“System, do you know how the original host’s husband died?”

【Host, I cannot answer that question.】

Lin Qingqing scoffed lightly. Fine. If the system wouldn’t tell her, she’d dig around and find out from her descendants.

Qin He stood tall before the tombstone, sobbing as he said, “Grandpa, you wouldn’t believe how much Grandma loves you. She went all out for your 20th memorial, even invited a bunch of men to show support…”

A girl standing beside him in a little black dress, whose features resembled the man in the tombstone photo, curiously asked in a low voice, “Did you just say Grandma invited a bunch of men?”

Qin He nodded. “Yeah.”

Qin Song couldn’t help but say, “Are you sure that was to show support… and not just a bunch of green hats?”

Qin He glared at Qin Song. “No way! Grandma isn’t that kind of person. Don’t talk nonsense and slander her reputation.”

Qin Song rolled her eyes. If that wasn’t putting green hats on Grandpa, then who was that old lady who went to the bar to look for male models the other day?