Chapter 757: At this moment, Zhou Mengyao was broken

Wang Dayong stepped forward and comforted her softly, "Mengyao, the dead cannot be resurrected, you must mourn! Uncle Zhou doesn't want you to be too sad. If you cry yourself to death, Uncle Zhou in heaven will be so distressed."

Zhou Mengyao listened to Wang Dayong's comfort and nodded while crying, but her tears still couldn't stop flowing. The pain of losing her father was like a knife cutting her heart.

"Dad, Dad, please respond to me!"

"I am your precious daughter Mengyao. How could you be so cruel as to leave me and my mother behind and go to another world?"

"Wow, wow, wow..." Zhou Mengyao cried so hard that tears flowed down her face. Her pitiful appearance was very heartbreaking.

Lin Lang hugged Zhou Mengyao tightly, trying to give her some warmth and strength, and comforted her with tears in his eyes: "Mengyao, I know that Master's departure makes you very sad. I am also distressed and heartbroken."

"If the master is still alive, he would definitely hope that you are well. You are the one that he is most worried about in his life. We must be well to be worthy of the master's love for you."

At this moment, Zhou Mengyao was immersed in great sadness and unable to extricate herself. Lin Lang's words had some effect, but Zhou Mengyao was still crying loudly and couldn't stop at all.

Lin Lang patted Zhou Mengyao's thin back and comforted her distressedly: "Cry, cry if you feel uncomfortable, I will always be with you. In the future, I will be your most solid support. Let's slowly walk out of the grief together, okay?"

Zhou Mengyao nodded while crying. Her body was shaking because of sobbing. She sobbed and said, "When I went out this morning, my father told me to ask you to come back to the Zhou residence for dinner in the evening. He said he missed his apprentice. We will never be able to have this reunion dinner again, wuwu..."

After hearing this, Lin Lang felt a surge of palpitations and tears fell uncontrollably.

At the same time, Zhuang Jingxue stood aside, her face also covered with tears.

She wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief from time to time, muttering to herself: "Husband, why did you leave like this? What will happen to us mother and son?"

Zhuang Jingxue's crying sounded somewhat deliberate, the rhythm of her sobs seemed to be calculated, her shoulders trembled, but there was a lack of real sorrow in her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, trying to make her tears flow more beautifully, as if she was performing a sad monologue in front of everyone, rather than really immersing herself in the pain of losing her husband.

After all, Zhou Zhongdang took an overdose of Viagra and died on another woman, so it was normal that Zhuang Jingxue was not so sad. If any woman encountered such a thing, she would feel very uncomfortable.

Many couples in the upper class just get what they need from each other, which is more like an exchange of values, and love does not play a dominant role.

Although Lin Lang was not very sad when he saw Zhuang Jingxue mourning her husband, Zhou Mengyao's emotional breakdown was what he was most concerned about at the moment.

He hugged Zhou Mengyao tightly, turned to Zhuang Jingxue and said, "Master's wife, don't be too sad. Take care of yourself. Mengyao needs you now."

Zhuang Jingxue nodded quickly, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and cried, "Alang, now that your master is gone, you will be the support for Mengyao and me. The Zhou family will rely on you."

Lin Lang's eyes were filled with tears, and he said firmly: "Master's wife, don't worry. The affairs of the Master's sect and the Zhou family are my disciple's business. At any time, I will risk my life to protect you and Meng Yao."

Zhuang Jingxue was very pleased after hearing this. She wiped her tears and said, "The best thing your master did in his life was to accept a good disciple like you before he died."

At this time, Wang Dayong said with a heavy heart: "Mengyao, our police's on-site investigation has ended. Now, you and Auntie can go in and see Uncle Zhou who passed away unexpectedly, and say your final goodbyes to him."

When Zhou Mengyao heard this, a layer of mist suddenly filled her already dull eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Her hands were shaking, and she subconsciously wiped away her tears with the back of her hands, but the tears were like a flood that broke through the dam and could not be stopped.

Lin Lang felt a pang of pain in his heart and slowly let go of Zhou Mengyao, his eyes full of heartache and helplessness.

Zhou Mengyao stumbled and stumbled towards the cordon, suddenly pushed away the barrier between life and death with both hands, and rushed into the room desperately.

Her vision was blurred by tears. She knelt beside her father Zhou Zhongdang's body, holding his already cold body tightly with her hands, as if she wanted to wake him up with her body temperature.

"Dad, please wake up! Don't fall asleep, it's me, Mengyao, your precious daughter."

Zhou Mengyao cried out at the top of her lungs, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from her broken heart, carrying with it endless sorrow and despair.

"Dad, please open your eyes and look at me again!"

Zhou Mengyao's tears rolled down one after another like beads from a broken string. Her shoulders trembled violently and her whole body was immersed in great pain. Her crying echoed in the room and sounded so heartbreaking.

Lin Lang held back the tears in his eyes, turned around, walked to Zhuang Jingxue, and gently held her arm.

Zhuang Jingxue's legs were weak and she could hardly stand. Her entire weight was leaning on Lin Lang. Lin Lang carefully supported his wife and walked into the hotel room step by step.

As soon as Zhuang Jingxue saw Zhou Zhongdang's body, her emotions instantly collapsed. She burst into tears and collapsed to the ground.

She shook Zhou Zhongdang's body vigorously with both hands, her voice full of tears, complaints and reluctance: "Husband, you are so cruel, why did you leave us like this!"

"Hubby, you can't die! Wuuuuu..."

Zhuang Jingxue's crying expressed both the grief of losing her husband and the confusion and fear about her future life. Her sobbing seemed a little fake in Lin Lang's eyes.

Maybe this is human nature. Many people cry at funerals for the living to see.

Lin Lang stood aside, looking at the sad scene before him, with an indescribable complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He stared at his master's body silently. Zhou Zhongdang fell to the ground as if he was asleep. The master who raised him like his own son was now lying there coldly and lifeless.

Lin Lang knew that his master had left this world forever.

Zhou Zhongdang's face showed a bit of pain, as if he was suffering from some painful torture before his sudden death, which made Lin Lang's heartache even more intense.

Lin Lang's throat felt a little tight. He wanted to say something to comfort Zhou Mengyao, but found that his voice had already choked.

Memories kept flashing through Lin Lang's mind like a movie, from finding a bargain on Dade Tongbao coins in the antique market, to pawning them in the Treasure Pavilion, to his first meeting with his master Zhou Zhongdang.

When Zhou Zhongdang hosted a family dinner, Lin Lang prepared a small gift and entered Zhou's house as a guest for the first time. Zhou Zhongdang forced him to be his last disciple.

After Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao started dating, the master and his wife bought a luxurious villa next to Zhou's house and gave it to Zhou Mengyao and Lin Lang as a wedding house. Zhou Mengyao insisted on living with her parents in Zhou's house and was unwilling to move into the new house.

Lin Lang was truly sad as scenes from the past related to his master Zhou Zhongdang came to his mind.

Zhuang Jingxue cried and cried until she was about to faint.

Although Lin Lang felt that Master's Wife fainting from crying was a bit fake, he still quickly leaned over to support Zhuang Jingxue, sobbing and comforting her: "Master's Wife, please accept my condolences!"

With Lin Lang's help, Zhuang Jingxue slowly stood up. She covered her face with a handkerchief and sobbed, "Ah Lang, now that your master is gone, what are we going to do? What about the Zhou family's assets?"

Lin Lang replied: "Master's Wife, don't worry, I will help take care of everything for the Zhou family and will never let Master's hard work go to waste."

At this time, Zhou Mengyao slowly stood up, wiped her tears and said: "Lin Lang, I want to find out how my father died. Why did he die so strangely in a hotel room?"

Lin Lang didn't want Zhou Mengyao to know the cause of his master Zhou Zhongdang's unbearable death, so he gently held Zhou Mengyao's cold little hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, Dayong's team is responsible for investigating this case. If the master's death was a homicide, Dayong will definitely get to the bottom of it."

"But according to the police's on-site investigation, there were no signs of a struggle in the hotel room, and the master had no external injuries. It is highly likely that he died of a sudden heart attack."

Zhuang Jingxue hugged Zhou Mengyao and cried to comfort her, "Daughter, I know it's hard for you to accept the reality that your father passed away unexpectedly, but you also know that your father's heart has not been in good condition recently."

"Mom, I don't want my dad to die. My dad was joking with me a few days ago, saying he wanted to hold his grandson. Wuuuuu..." Zhou Mengyao couldn't continue, and tears blurred her eyes again.

Zhuang Jingxue gently stroked Zhou Mengyao's back and sobbed as she comforted her, "Don't cry, daughter. If you keep crying like this, you'll hurt yourself."

"Although your father didn't have a grandson, after you and Alang fell in love, he drank the daughter's red wine buried when you were born. He also drank your wedding wine and Alang's wedding wine. He can rest in peace in his grave."

After hearing what her mother said, Zhou Mengyao cried even harder. Her sorrowful cries hit Lin Lang's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel distressed.

"Master's Wife, Mengyao, Master has left us forever."

"The person is gone, and the living are like this. We have to take good care of Master's funeral and let Master go in glory. We must not lose face for the Zhou family and Master." Lin Lang said this while suppressing his grief.

Zhou Mengyao let go of her mother Zhuang Jingxue, wiped her tears and said, "Yes, my father had a wide circle of friends during his lifetime, and most of them were either rich or noble. We must give him a grand funeral."

At this moment, after receiving a notification from the police, the staff of the funeral home rushed to the Truman Hot Spring Resort to collect the body.

The staff were dressed in neat uniforms and had solemn expressions. They prepared skillfully and carefully to transport Zhou Zhongdang's body to the funeral home's morgue.

Seeing the staff gently lift Zhou Zhongdang's body onto the cart, Zhou Mengyao could not suppress her inner grief. She burst into tears and rushed over to hug her father's body and refused to let go.

"Dad... wuwu... Dad..."

Lin Lang was quick to move forward and hugged Zhou Mengyao. He gently pried her hands apart and comforted her with red eyes: "Mengyao, the weather is too hot. The staff of the funeral home sent Master to the morgue. It would be better to store the body in a refrigerator."

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao let go of her hand and cried. She looked at her father lying quietly on the cart. Her heart-wrenching cry echoed in the hotel rooms, moving everyone present.

Zhuang Jingxue couldn't help crying again. She hugged her daughter Zhou Mengyao and Lin Lang together, as if by hugging together as a family they could gain more strength to resist the grief.

After Zhou Zhongdang's body was slowly pushed away, Zhou Mengyao ran out of the hotel room crying, looking blankly in the direction of her father's departure in the hotel corridor.

Lin Lang suppressed his sadness and said, "Mengyao, don't cry. We still have a lot of preparations to make for Master's funeral."

Zhou Mengyao wiped her tears, nodded mechanically, and with Lin Lang's hands supporting her shoulders, she left the Truman Hot Spring Resort Hotel with her mother Zhuang Jingxue.