Chapter 1269: Chapter 1269

"Hmph, just a bunch of fence-sitters."

Wearing a black tight-fitting dress, Liu Mengting snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "These people are only here because of your face, Chen Cang. Even though Tang Ming is not here, you’re a bona fide seven-star martial master, who wouldn’t give you face."

"That’s right. If these people were truly loyal, they wouldn’t have sold off Tangming Group’s shares back then."

Li Xiaoli, with dark circles under her eyes, snorted contemptuously.

"Ah, when a person leaves, the tea gets cold. Everyone is just trying to survive; there’s no choice."

Zhou Dafu sighed, as the former young master of the Zhou Family, he could understand the hardships of some people.

"Forget it, things have come to this, discussing it is meaningless now."

Chen Cang sighed, leading the two women towards the crowd.

Chu Batian and Xin Badao, with a few subordinates carrying offerings, followed behind the crowd, trying to minimize their presence.

"I didn’t expect all of you to come; it really wasn’t easy."

Chen Cang stepped forward, clasped his hands, and shouted, "On behalf of Brother Ming, I thank you all."

At this moment, many of the various forces once affiliated with Tang Ming in Songlan City had come, yet there was one family from Songlan City that truly should have sent representatives but did not appear.

"After all, Young Master Tang had helped us out, and now that it is his forty-nine-day memorial, we naturally should come to express our gratitude."

"Yes, yes, Heaven is jealous of talent. Young Master Tang, so young, had a bright future, what a pity."

"Now with the reshuffle in Songlan City, Young Master Chen is a seven-star martial master, the strongest in Songlan City. We hope Young Master Chen will look after us in the future."

"Yes, yes, considering we all used to follow Young Master Tang, Young Master Chen, you must not forget us."

A group of people immediately began flattering and currying favor with Chen Cang, insincerely.

Just like Liu Mengting said, if it weren’t for Chen Cang, at least half of the people here would not have come today.

"Why haven’t the Zhou Family people come?"

Zhou Dafu asked with a gloomy expression. He has strictly adhered to Tang Ming’s instructions and maintained a low profile, not contacting the Zhou Family.

But everyone knows, the Zhou Family was the one Tang Ming favored the most, and Zhou Dafu leaving the Zhou Family was just a temporary measure. Yet today, on such an important day, no one from the Zhou Family showed up.

"How strange, yesterday Brother Zhou and I talked over the phone, he said he would definitely be here on time today?"

Ma Benyue glanced at his watch in confusion and looked at Chen Cang, bewildered.

"Damn it, I’m calling my dad right now."

Zhou Dafu cursed angrily, took out his phone, and prepared to contact Zhou Xianyi.

"Forget it, let’s not make everyone wait too long; we’ll discuss after the memorial."

Zhou Jian quickly stopped Zhou Dafu’s actions. If Zhou Dafu and Zhou Xianyi started arguing now, it would be embarrassing.

Then, a group of people walked into the cemetery, came to the "Tang Ming" tomb, and began burning paper to pay respects, creating quite a scene.

Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli squatted by the fire pit, burning paper and shedding tears.

For this past week, they lived in a daze, not attending school, spending their days at home waiting for news.

Although the tomb before them is not really Tang Ming, Tang Ming has gone missing, and it doesn’t look promising.

Thinking that Tang Ming might have already been harmed, their sleep was constantly interrupted by nightmares, and after several days, they had become thin and haggard.

Now, using the opportunity of Tang Ming’s forty-nine-day memorial, they could fully express their sorrow.

At the same time, they silently prayed that if Tang Ming had indeed been harmed, he could receive some paper money down below, making life a bit better for him.

Under Chen Cang’s guidance, various family forces took turns paying respects and offering flowers to Tang Ming.

Just when the memorial was about to end, Li Wenxuan, wearing sunglasses and a trench coat, appeared before everyone.

Chen Cang exclaimed in surprise and confusion, looked at Li Wenxuan, puzzled. Li Xiangui had divided up Tangming Group, making his stance clear. Why would this woman suddenly appear?

"I came to see Tang Ming."

Li Wenxuan nodded slightly, then placed flowers in front of the tombstone, hugged Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli: "You’ve already been out of school for a week, that’s not good."

"Miss Li, something happened to Tang Ming, sob sob."

Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli couldn’t help but cry loudly.

"The deceased are gone, the living must carry on, we have to continue living, right?"

Li Wenxuan consoled them gently, and said with feeling, "He would be comforted if he knew so many people are thinking of him."

Li Wenxuan did not know Tang Xin was Tang Ming; in her heart, Tang Ming had already been laid to rest, and so she didn’t understand the two girls’ sentiments, thinking they were mourning Tang Ming’s death.

"Sob, but I don’t believe Brother Tang Ming is dead, he will come back."

Li Xiaoli cried loudly, shouting.

"Silly child, the dead cannot come back to life, you must control your grief."

Li Wenxuan’s voice trembled as she spoke, though comforting Liu Mengting and Li Xiaoli, her own heart was heavy with sorrow.

No matter how you look at it, Tang Ming was her nominal fiancé, now lying underground, without even the chance for a final farewell.

Then Su Xiaoxi, Lin Xue also appeared in front of everyone, accompanied by bodyguards.

Tang Ming went missing, having gone through life-and-death situations. In order to investigate his whereabouts, they stayed in Songlan City for this period. Hearing that Chen Cang was organizing the memorial, they too came along.

Su Xiaoxi and Lin Xue both knew Liu Mengting and the others, and the women gathered to console each other.

Except for Li Wenxuan, who didn’t know Tang Ming was Tang Xin, the other women held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping Tang Ming could come back alive.

Seeing a group of beautiful women together paying respects to Tang Ming, many people present were envious, thinking that even after death, to have so many women remember him, he hadn’t lived in vain.

Half an hour later, the memorial finished, and everyone began tidying up their clothes, preparing to leave.

"Hahaha, good riddance!"

Just then, a loud laugh suddenly erupted, "It’s just a pity I couldn’t kill that bastard myself, what a pity."

Hearing this, Chen Cang was instantly furious, and those concerned about Tang Ming also stood up and looked towards the direction of the voice.

They saw a wild man with disheveled hair, a full beard, wearing ragged black clothes, holding a cloth bag, walking this way.

Chen Cang stared at the approaching person, puzzled.

"Ah, Xiaoxi, you’re here too, that’s great."

The man ignored Chen Cang, instead looking excitedly at Su Xiaoxi, "Don’t you know me?"

"Who are you? You know me?"

Su Xiaoxi looked at the man in confusion, momentarily unable to remember who he was.

"Xiaoxi, I do look a bit unkempt now, but once I clean up, you’ll know who your brother in armor is."

The man said, deliberately trying to look cool by adjusting his hair.