On the way back, Gu Yuyao called Qiao Mohan using her private phone.
“Mohan, tomorrow can you go to No. 18 Yong’an Road and pick up Ye Cang’s mother for me? I’ll treat you to a meal afterward.”
“Huh? Why should I go? Doesn’t he have that new flame of his?”
Qiao Mohan was clearly unhappy. To this day, she still couldn’t understand how a man like Ye Cang could attract such a woman.
“Brother Yanqing has a follow-up appointment tomorrow. I need to be there with him,” Gu Yuyao pleaded. “Please, bestie, help me out just this once. I’ll owe you one.”
Unable to resist Gu Yuyao’s coaxing, Qiao Mohan finally agreed. “Alright, fine. As long as that woman isn’t there, I’ll go pick her up for you.”
Suddenly remembering something, she was about to warn her, “Yuyao, your grandpa is desperately looking for you. Where are you?”
“I’m with Brother Yanqing…”
“Yuyao, your grandpa—” Before she could finish, the call ended with a beep.
Forget it. It wasn’t her problem anyway.
Gu Zhenghong was probably looking for Gu Yuyao because of Ye Cang’s mother. Better not to bother her. She was having her sweet time with Brother Yanqing.
“I really don’t get it. They’re already divorced, so why is Yuyao still going through the trouble of picking up Ye Cang’s mother? She should’ve just left her out there to fend for herself!”
Muttering with dissatisfaction, Qiao Mohan decided she’d delay the trip and go a bit later.
…
At Gu Zhenghong’s side, he was still searching for Gu Yuyao. He had already made hundreds of calls, but her phone remained off.
He had searched all the places she might be, questioned everyone—including Qiao Mohan—before her call with Gu Yuyao. Even Gao Yanqing’s place was checked. Nothing.
Gu Zhenghong was furious beyond words. He passed out several times from rage, and the miracle doctor Sun Baixian stayed by his side the entire night, fearing the old man might not survive the shock.
Everyone in the hospital was cursing Gu Yuyao, calling her an unfilial woman, unworthy of being a wife or a hospital director.
One whole night passed like this. Gu Zhenghong was on the verge of mental collapse.
Meanwhile, Gu Yuyao had no idea that the entire city had been looking for her.
She also didn’t know that her decision to send a friend in her place would become her greatest regret.
…
The next morning, she accompanied Gao Yanqing for his check-up.
To avoid gossip from people at Gu Family Hospital, she deliberately took him to Jiang City’s best hospital—Hope Hospital, under the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
Her phones, both for work and life, were still powered off. She had no clue what had happened.
As the two of them entered the hospital hand in hand, smiles on their faces, many doctors and nurses looked at them strangely.
Quite a few recognized Gu Yuyao.
“Miss Gu? Why are you here? Aren’t you going to attend your husband’s family’s funeral?”
Doctor Wu, who was handling their reception, knew both Zhang Dezhong and Gu Yuyao.
He had heard that today was the funeral of Gu Yuyao’s mother-in-law. Why would Gu Yuyao be here? And with another man? They looked rather close too.
Gu Yuyao’s face was full of happiness and sweetness—there was no sign of grief at all.
“Something going on with my husband’s side?”
She paused, then immediately thought Doctor Wu was referring to picking up Ye Cang’s mother.
Her face turned cold, a trace of disgust flashing through her eyes.
Ye Cang, are you serious?
I already promised to pick up your mother—can’t you be patient?
Why go around telling everyone?
Even Doctor Wu knows?
Now outsiders will think I mistreated your mother. Are you using this to pressure me through public opinion and morality?
“It’s alright, Doctor Wu. I’ve already arranged for someone else to go in my place,” Gu Yuyao said with a polite smile. “Please help check on my friend first.”
BOOM…
Doctor Wu felt like he’d been struck by lightning. He couldn’t believe what he just heard.
A funeral… and someone else is going in her place?
This was the first time he’d heard of such a thing.
Then he glanced at Gao Yanqing behind her. So this was the White Moonlight she’d sacrificed everything for?
Well, it was none of his business.
He decided to stay out of it—it was someone else’s personal affair.
Brother Yanqing’s check-up was about to begin. It needed peace and quiet.
…
Elsewhere, Qiao Mohan received the message and intentionally delayed by an hour before setting off.
“Driver, to No. 18 Yong’an Road.”
“Screech!”
The driver abruptly stepped on the brakes and turned to look at her, puzzled. “You’re going to No. 18 Yong’an Road? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. What’s the problem?”
Qiao Mohan looked confused.
“That’s the address of Jiang City Funeral Home.”
“What?!”
Her brain froze. Had she heard wrong?
“Wh-what did you say? Funeral home?”
“Yes. That address belongs to Jiang City Funeral Home,” the driver repeated with certainty.
He had only asked because Qiao Mohan was dressed so brightly and festively—completely inappropriate for a funeral.
BOOM…
The words hit her like a bolt from the heavens, utterly shattering her.
Her mind went blank. She couldn’t even process what she’d just heard.
No. 18 Yong’an Road was a funeral home?
Why had Yuyao asked her to go there to pick up Ye Cang’s mother?
She sounded so casual… and said she was accompanying Brother Yanqing to his check-up, so asked her to help out.
Wait—this address came from Ye Cang!
Yuyao didn’t know about it!
Something wasn’t right!
Could it be…
Qiao Mohan clutched her head, face twisted with horror.
Thinking back on Ye Cang’s strange behavior lately, she remembered—if he were just desperate, he’d have come crawling back by now. But he hadn’t.
A funeral home?
Suddenly, she understood.
Could it be that Ye Cang’s mother was already…
Qiao Mohan didn’t dare think further. Her scalp went numb. Her body stiffened.
Just then, she saw lines of black cars speeding ahead.
One convoy…
Then another…
All identical black vehicles—solemn, majestic.
And more kept coming.
Qiao Mohan had lost count.
The driver told her they were already near the mountains. Up ahead, there was only one place—the funeral home.
Her face turned pale.
So all these cars were headed to the funeral?
Oh no!
Panicked, she frantically called Gu Yuyao’s private number.
But inside the hospital, Gao Yanqing’s check-up was underway, and Gu Yuyao’s phone was on silent. No one answered.
“Pick up… pick up… please pick up!!”
Qiao Mohan kept calling until her fingers went numb, but no one answered.
“Results look great. Mr. Gao, your condition has stabilized. This medicine is amazing. Even top hospitals overseas could only suppress your illness, but this one pill cured it? It really is a Life-Saving Medicine. If this pill…”
Doctor Wu was visibly shocked. He instantly remembered the medicine originally belonged to Gu Yuyao’s mother-in-law.
If it hadn’t been given to Gao Yanqing, her mother-in-law might still be alive…
“Really? That’s great!”
Gu Yuyao was thrilled.
She knew this special medicine would work! Gao Yanqing’s condition was something that usually took years of therapy, yet one pill had cured it!
Even Gao Yanqing himself found it hard to believe.
So this was the Life-Saving Medicine meant for Ye Cang’s mother.
“Yuyao, thank you so much,” Gao Yanqing smiled, holding her hand. “The illness that couldn’t be cured abroad, you solved for me here.”
“But… are you really sure about this?” he asked, voice lowering. “The medicine was supposed to be for your mother-in-law.”
“There’s nothing wrong with it. What’s the problem?”
Gu Yuyao didn’t think there was anything inappropriate. “In treatment, you have to prioritize. Ye Cang’s mother could still hold on. What’s wrong with waiting?”
BOOM.
Doctor Wu was stunned by her words.
This was her daughter-in-law?
How could she turn her back so blatantly?
Even if you liked your White Moonlight, he’s still an outsider.
But your mother-in-law had always treated you with kindness!
And now she’s dead!
Doctor Wu fumed internally.
He just wanted these two disgraceful people to leave. Looking at them made him sick.
“It’s fine. If you feel guilty, I’ll have the hospital make another pill to give to Ye Cang’s mother.”
…
Meanwhile, at the funeral home.
Ye Cang stood silently by the coffin. He hadn’t eaten or drunk anything the whole night.
He looked like a statue.
Qin Junfei stood beside him, like a devoted daughter-in-law, quietly keeping vigil.
“Rumble…”
Suddenly, with the sound of engines roaring, the God of Wealth, Qin Donglei, arrived.
He stood by the ice coffin, gaze steady. His lips moved, but no words came out.
He simply stepped forward, lit an incense stick, and bowed solemnly.
The members of Platinum Palace began arriving too.
Car after car lined up outside the funeral home. It was a grand sight.
Led by Qin Xifeng, all the senior members arrived dressed in black suits, holding black umbrellas. Their expressions were solemn and respectful.
Qin Xifeng nodded slightly to Qin Donglei in greeting, then silently led everyone to stand in two lines behind Ye Cang.
One by one, they lit incense, bowed, and offered their respects.
Not a single word was spoken.
But the silence carried more weight than any sound.
The funeral director stepped forward, his expression respectful as he took in the scene before him.
“Who is the deceased’s family member?”
“I am.”
Ye Cang took a step forward, his face calm, without joy or sorrow.
“Sir, once the ceremony ends, the body will be transferred to the Cryogenic Preservation Center. May I ask, when shall we begin the funeral?”
The director asked cautiously, afraid of exceeding the time limit.
Ye Cang glanced at the time and frowned. “Wait a little longer.”
Gu Yuyao still hadn’t arrived.
This was her last chance.