The scar on her chin was from when she was a mischievous kid, climbing onto a cabinet and jumping off, hitting her chin, needing two stitches, and leaving a scar.
Shen Yunyun's mind raced, and she whispered, "It might not be a body—maybe it's a 3D print."
Lin Mengxing was a bit taken aback, but recalling how meticulous Sheng Sinian was in his actions, it wasn't impossible.
Either way, coming to her own funeral was a way to close the chapter on her past life.
From now on, Lin Qingyu was completely dead. The one living now was no longer Lin Qingyu, but Lin Mengxing.
The two placed the flowers in front of the portrait and turned to leave.
Sheng Sinian narrowed his eyes as he watched them go, a glint of darkness in his gaze.
For a moment, he felt like he had traveled back many years, meeting the young, vibrant Lin Qingyu for the first time.
It wasn't that he didn't love her—but he loved the youthful, energetic, lively version of her.
So when she aged, lost her passion for life, and the youthful aura faded, he grew bored.
He would find girls who resembled her—either in looks or in temperament and personality.
He believed he had always loved Lin Qingyu.
He didn't find his so-called devotion as disgusting as it was. He gave his assistant a look, and the assistant immediately understood and ran out.
Back at the hotel they were staying at, Shen Yunyun asked, "Sister Mengxing, do you have any other plans?"
"Visit my parents' graves. After that, we'll head back to Goose City. I'm going to start building my career."
"Okay." Shen Yunyun was delighted and agreed at once.
Unexpectedly, that very night, Sheng Mingyang came looking for them.
He had been sprayed with pepper spray that morning, and his face was still swollen like a pig's head.
Shen Yunyun showed no kindness when she saw Sheng Mingyang.
Neither father nor son were any good. Why weren't they staying in the hospital? What were they doing here?
She rolled her eyes.
She slammed the door.
The movements were seamless.
"Ow... hiss... I'll kill you..." Sheng Mingyang's roar nearly shook the entire hallway.
Shen Yunyun felt a bit guilty, but not much.
Who told him to have no sense? Didn't he see she was closing the door?
Why did he have to stick his hand in? Now look what happened?
Got his hand caught, right?
With that loud noise just now, was his hand broken?
"Serves you right." Shen Yunyun cursed and moved to close the door again.
Sheng Mingyang, ignoring the pain in his hand, forced his way in, gritting his teeth: "I'll deal with you later."
He said this while holding his left hand with his right, hissing as he walked toward Lin Mengxing.
Shen Yunyun met Lin Mengxing's gaze and awkwardly touched her nose: "It was an accident."
Lin Mengxing's eyes swept over Sheng Mingyang and quickly looked away: "Do you know him?"
Shen Yunyun wanted to remind her dear sister Mengxing not to overact.
They had clearly met that morning.
Lin Mengxing then acted as if she had just realized: "Oh, right, isn't he that rabid dog howling at the funeral?"
"Pfft—" Shen Yunyun couldn't hold back her laughter. The older, the wiser.
She knew her sister Mengxing, at her age, wouldn't make such a mistake.
So this was the setup.
"What's he here for? To settle scores with you?" Lin Mengxing became wary.
Sheng Mingyang was so focused on the pain in his hand that he was slow to process external information. By the time Lin Mengxing asked Shen Yunyun if he was there to settle scores with her, he finally realized she had called him a howling dog at the funeral.
He was furious.
"Who the hell are you? What's your name?"