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The Scarlet Journey of the Flower City (148) 

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Chapter 148 of "The Scarlet Journey of the City": Discovered? Shen Wenqi followed Ouyang Bing directly to the family section on the left side of the mourning hall. Many Ouyang family relatives were standing there. Seeing Ouyang Bing approach, Ouyang Tian stepped forward, his face showing pity, and softly said, "Little sister, you've come..." He then handed her a snow-white mourning sash. Ouyang Bing nodded gently, took the white mourning sash from Ouyang Tian, and gently tied it around her waist. Seeing Ouyang Bing's sorrowful appearance, Ouyang Tian said with heartache, "Go and offer incense to Daddy. His spirit in heaven will bless you." Ouyang Bing nodded, turned and walked to the altar, took out three sandalwood incense sticks, lit them, and placed them in the altar. She closed her beautiful eyes, clasped her hands together, and silently prayed. Two glistening tears fell from her closed eyes, her sorrow boundless… After a while, Ouyang Bing gently opened her tear-filled eyes and let out a soft sigh. Shen Wenqi, who was following closely behind Ouyang Bing, took a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her. Ouyang Bing took the tissue, looked at Shen Wenqi with gratitude, and softly thanked him. This scene was witnessed by Ouyang Tian, who was standing in the relatives' section. A chillingly ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Shen Wenqi and Ouyang Bing, disappearing in an instant. As Ouyang Bing turned around and walked over, he resumed his sorrowful demeanor, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity as he looked at her. Unfortunately, this scene was caught by Shen Wenqi's sharp eyes, and Shen Wenqi gave a cold smile. Incense was offered, bows were made, and gifts were presented by the family. Mr. Ouyang's reputation attracted a steady stream of mourners, and it seemed that Hong Kong's elite had also gathered at the crematorium on this special day. At this moment, the flow of mourners seemed to slow down, and several bodyguards in suits appeared at the entrance. These bodyguards included Asian faces and many white men, each with a fierce expression and alert eyes. Shen Wenqi leaned against Ouyang Bing and looked over. After the bodyguards took their positions, a noble woman wearing sunglasses, a long black gauze dress, and a small white flower pinned to her chest, slowly walked into the mourning hall, surrounded by a group of men in suits. Shen Wenqi recognized her at a glance—it was Tang Ying! He hadn't expected her to come to pay her respects in person. The lady meticulously completed the mourning procedures—offering incense and bowing—before slowly approaching the relatives' section. Seeing the lady approaching, Ouyang Bing called out pitifully, "Madam..." The lady removed her sunglasses, a hint of pity appearing in her beautiful eyes. She gently stroked Ouyang Bing's face with her slender hand, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "...Bing'er, please accept my condolences and take care of yourself." Ouyang Bing nodded gently. At this moment, Ouyang Tian stepped forward to greet the lady. The lady politely shook his hand, but her beautiful eyes glanced at Shen Wenqi, who stood not far from Ouyang Bing. Taking the opportunity, Shen Wenqi nodded to his wife, and Tang Ying responded almost imperceptibly. At this moment, Tang Ying stopped at the VIP seating area not far from the family quarters. Shen Wenqi seized the opportunity to approach her, coming to her side, and whispered, "Sister Ying, you've arrived." "Yes!" His wife responded softly, then sighed, "It's a self-fulfilling prophecy! I never imagined Mr. Ouyang would leave like this." Shen Wenqi didn't speak, but looked at Tang Ying's beautiful face. Because she was so close, her intoxicating fragrance filled the air, but Shen Wenqi had no mood to enjoy this alluring scent. Suddenly, his wife's beautiful eyes turned, and she glared at Shen Wenqi, "Why didn't you try to persuade Mr. Ouyang to stay?" Hearing this, Shen Wenqi was stunned. What kind of person was Mr. Ouyang? If he could have persuaded him, he wouldn't be Mr. Ouyang of Pearl Harbor. Shen Wenqi smiled wryly, "Sister Ying, you flatter me too much. How could I possibly persuade Mr. Ouyang?" "Hmph!" Tang Ying rolled her eyes at Shen Wenqi with her captivating gaze, "You want to pursue someone's daughter, yet you're not putting in the effort? You... don't you know if sending you to the Bauhinia Academy was the right decision?" "Uh..." Shen Wenqi was stunned. What was going on here? "Sister Ying, you... perhaps there's some misunderstanding." Shen Wenqi quickly explained. Tang Ying smiled knowingly, "Oh... really? Then tell me, what's going on with Manqing?" Mentioning Yi Manqing, Shen Wenqi was speechless, staring blankly at the stunningly beautiful lady. "Sigh..." Tang Ying sighed again, "Wenqi, how am I supposed to explain this to her... never mind... who told you to be my adopted brother!" Shen Wenqi wanted to say something, but Tang Ying waved her hand, "Wenqi, the Ouyang family is facing a crisis. You must take good care of Bing'er and prevent her from getting hurt." After a pause, Tang Ying looked up at him with her beautiful eyes and said, "After the Ouyang family matter is settled, you should come to me and explain the situation with Manqing and the others. I'm leaving now, so be careful!" "After speaking, Tang Ying made a graceful turn, leaving a trail of fragrance as she elegantly walked towards the temporary rest hall next door. The fragrance lingered, the beauty was gone, and Shen Wenqi felt a cold sweat soak his back. He was puzzled; how did Sister Ying know about his affair with Manqing? He couldn't understand it at all… Just then, there was another commotion at the entrance. It seemed another important figure had arrived. Surrounded by a group of bodyguards in suits, a burly elderly man led a well-dressed man into the mourning hall. Shen Wenqi recognized the well-dressed, dashing man as the eldest son of the Zeng family, and the burly elderly man as Zeng Zihao, the powerful figure behind Beixing. The Zeng father and son observed the proper etiquette for paying their respects: offering incense and bowing. Even potential rivals or enemies would generally maintain gentlemanly conduct in such situations." Old Master Zeng led his son, Zeng Gongzi, to Ouyang Tian and Ouyang Bing, bowing in greeting. After the family members expressed their gratitude, Old Master Zeng offered a few words of kind words, his expression and tone befitting a kind and benevolent elder. However, Shen Wenqi, observing coldly, saw through this hypocrisy. He could sense the schadenfreude behind Old Master Zeng's pained gaze. Shen Wenqi clearly saw through Old Master Zeng's feigned kindness. At this moment, he also witnessed an interesting scene: Zeng Gongzi seemed to have an inexplicable familiarity and tacit understanding with Ouyang Tian. Moreover, in the instant the two shook hands, their eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at Ouyang Bing. Their gazes met briefly, sparks flying, as the pitiful Ouyang Bing appeared like a lamb to the slaughter in their eyes… After a few perfunctory greetings from the Zeng father and son, they were led by the Ouyang family's reception staff to a makeshift rest area. Following them, many other important figures arrived at the crematorium to pay their respects. The lengthy and tedious mourning and expressions of gratitude from the family left Ouyang Bing and the rest of the family exhausted. As dusk fell, the mourning gradually subsided. According to custom, from the vigil to the seventh day after death, Buddhist and Taoist rituals were performed in turn. Until the day of the burial and the placement of Mr. Ouyang's ashes, the sounds of chanting and the clanging of ritual instruments in the mourning hall never ceased. Shen Wenqi had grown weary of this so-called celestial chanting over the past few days, but Ouyang Bing, with immense willpower, upheld filial piety. She remained quiet and devotedly saw Mr. Ouyang off on his final journey. At the Chai Wan Buddhist Cemetery, a high and auspiciously situated spot was filled with men and women dressed in black suits and black skirts. It was the day of Mr. Ouyang's burial. Amidst a shower of paper money, the heavy coffin containing Mr. Ouyang's ashes was slowly lowered into the pit. Ouyang Bing took the first handful of soil and gently sprinkled it on the exquisite coffin. Then, all the relatives and friends attending the funeral added soil one by one. As more soil was added, a mound of earth gradually buried Mr. Ouyang, who had been a prominent figure in Hong Kong for many years… After offering their condolences to Ouyang Bing, the funeral guests gradually departed. Even Ouyang Tian, the dutiful son, left early, citing busy company matters. Ouyang Bing, however, stood before her father's grave for a long time, unwilling to leave. She still felt regret, regret that she hadn't been able to see her father one last time before his cremation… After a long while, Ouyang Bing glanced sideways at Shen Wenqi and Chen Yuxin, who were standing beside her, sighed softly, and said gently, "Let's go…" Shen Wenqi waved, and eight bodyguards in black, who were standing not far away, quietly approached and escorted the two young beauties down the steps of the cemetery. A dozen luxury cars were parked along the roadside outside the cemetery. The bodyguards who remained at the foot of the mountain had already received instructions through their earpieces, and a cordon had been formed around the luxury convoy within a hundred meters. Only after the two young ladies, Ouyang Bing and Chen Yuxin, got into the white BMW did the bodyguards get into their cars one after another. Led by two Mercedes-Benzes that led the way, the entire luxury convoy started, accelerated, and headed towards Tianping Mountain at the safe speed set by Shen Wenqi.

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