Chapter 1131: An Mingji Heads to the Kunlun Mountain Range
Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: An Mingji Heads to the Kunlun Mountain Range
But the harm from past lives, those memories they don’t have, yet Gu Jin will always remember them deep in her heart.
The painful torment at the cost of life is indelible in her heart.
"I’ll think about it."
Gu Jin hung up the phone before Zhen Youzhi could speak again.
The other party didn’t call back, which made her breathe a little sigh of relief.
She hasn’t forgiven the Zhen Family, but bound by familial ties, standing on moral grounds, she should go and pay her respects with incense.
Warmth pressed against her from behind, a safe embrace enfolded her.
Familiar scent surged in, Gu Jin naturally leaned against him, sighed lightly.
"What’s the matter?" An Mingji approached her ear and pecked lightly.
The voice was gentle, infinite affection no longer needing to be concealed.
Gu Jin tilted her head, avoiding An Mingji’s little amorous gesture of blowing air into her ear.
She told him about Old Master Zhen and Zhen Lingling’s death.
An Mingji’s expression was indifferent, his voice apathetic and casual: "If you don’t want to, then don’t go."
"I’ll think about it again."
Gu Jin had previously said to Zhen Youzhi that she would consider, not just as a mere excuse.
She really needed to think it over.
In this life, she hadn’t planned to entangle with the Zhen Family anymore.
But the deaths of Old Master Zhen and Zhen Lingling pressed on her heart, gathering a gloomy aura that couldn’t dissipate for a long time.
A day quickly passed.
That day, An Mingji stuck by Gu Jin’s side the whole time.
After years together, he understood Gu Jin.
Without needing her to speak, he knew what the final decision regarding the Zhen Family would be.
That evening, after dinner, Gu Jin said to An Mingji: "Xiao An, I’m sorry, the trip to Dali might need to be postponed a bit, I have to go back to Beijing."
For her own peace, for moral ethics, she chose to go back and pay respects with incense to Old Master Zhen and Zhen Lingling.
When a person dies, grievances between them can really be written off.
"Alright."
An Mingji held her hand, playing with it carefully, unconditionally complying with her.
Gu Jin leaned in his embrace, asking: "And what about you? Will you wait here for me, or head to Dali first?"
"I also have some matters to handle, we’ll meet in Dali after wrapping up in Beijing."
"Hmm—"
Gu Jin closed her eyes, comfortably nestled in An Mingji’s embrace, shortly entering a light sleep.
An Mingji gazed at her tenderly, occasionally lowering his head to steal a kiss.
The next day, Gu Jin returned to Beijing.
While An Mingji, on the other hand, led people towards Kunlun.
Last year, Gu Dehao met with danger in Kunlun, An Mingji and Gu Jin went to rescue him, the illusion realm he encountered in Death Valley has been weighing on his mind.
He felt there was something strange about Kunlun, so he arranged for people to investigate there.
News arrived a couple of days ago, his men encountered obstacles during the investigation.
They discovered traces of others living in Kunlun Death Valley.
Those elusive people seemed to be guardians of the mountain, as soon as outsiders approached the mountain range, they immediately appeared to drive them away.
An Mingji initially planned to put aside the matter of Kunlun, first go to Dali with Gu Jin.
Now that Gu Jin returned to Beijing, he intended to personally visit Kunlun.
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After landing, Gu Jin was picked up by Linda and driven to the Zhen Family.
Tomorrow is the burial day for Old Master Zhen and Zhen Lingling.
When Gu Jin arrived at the Zhen Family, the house was hung with white cloth inside and out, and the mourning hall was very quiet.
In the spacious hall, apart from Zhen Youzhi and He Yuchun, as well as Zhen family’s housekeeper and servants, there were hardly any visitors paying respects.
Indeed, if the two people Gu Jin brushed past upon arrival count, then there were only two people.
Gu Jin remembered, two years ago the Zhen Family was still quite esteemed.
Now, however, it was deserted.
It’s clear that today’s Zhen Family is not what it used to be.
Zhen Youzhi was kneeling in front of Old Master Zhen’s coffin.
Upon the housekeeper’s reminder, he noticed Gu Jin had arrived.
He slowly stood up, walked forward: "Gu Jin, you’re here?"
Gu Jin nodded slightly at him, furrowing her brow while sizing up the man who seemed to have aged more than ten years.
The man’s temples had grown significantly more white hair, his complexion showed wear from hardships, his eyes became turbid.
This man had transformed from his once high-spirited manner to the current miserable state.
When Zhen Youzhi looked at his eldest daughter, all the calculations in his eyes vanished completely.
In his weathered, turbid eyes, there was complexity and regret, even showing a hint of guilt.
Gu Jin ignored this, her eyes searching the hall for someone’s presence.
She looked around, but did not see the person.
"Where’s Zhen Jie?"
At these words, Zhen Youzhi’s expression appeared even more pained.
He wiped his face, nearly choking: "He’s upstairs."
At this time, Zhen Jie, as Old Master’s own grandson, not coming downstairs to keep vigil was really inexcusable.
Gu Jin was puzzled but did not pursue the matter further.
She said nothing more, nor did Zhen Youzhi bring it up.
He took three sticks of incense from the housekeeper and handed them to Gu Jin: "For your grandfather and sister, burn some incense."
Gu Jin lowered her gaze, stared at the incense in his hand, but did not take it.
Her voice was cold: "I came today not to position myself as a Zhen Family member, merely because the elders have passed, it is reasonable for me to come and pay my respects, and that’s all."
After her words, she took the incense from his hand.
Zhen Youzhi’s face was already not looking good, because of her words, it became even more deathly pale.
Gu Jin lit the incense, bowed, and inserted the sticks into the incense burner.
Watching her series of actions crisp and clear, devoid of sadness, Zhen Youzhi’s slightly opened mouth gently closed.
He knew the Zhen Family had wronged this child, and nothing he said would change it.
That the Zhen Family had come to this point was fate.
Gu Jin burned a stick of incense for both Old Master Zhen and Zhen Lingling.
She slowly lifted her head, and the two coffins before her came into view.
In a past life, Old Master Zhen had always looked down on her, believing her bloodline impure, treating her with extreme coldness.
After she married into the Liu Family, the Old Master mostly ignored her.
But, whenever she offended anyone in the Zhen Family, this elder always troubled her, criticizing her indirectly.
In this life, she had not confronted the Old Master, hence she felt indifferent towards him.
Zhen Lingling, on the other hand, still had the same face from the past life; rather let down the world than allow the world to let her down, always arrogant.
Lacking the capital, yet so presumptuous; that’s self-destructive.
Gu Jin did not know why she would resort to jumping off a building.
Based on her understanding of the woman, Zhen Lingling was very fond of life, unlikely to jump off without reason.
Could it be she couldn’t withstand the Zhen Family’s grinding, or maybe Liu Bochang, his perverted methods completely crushed her.
No matter the reason, Zhen Lingling was already dead.
Grievances from past and present lives are henceforth written off.
Gu Jin’s gaze shifted to He Yuchun, who was kneeling in the hall burning paper money.
From beginning to end, she did not spare Gu Jin a glance.
As if treating her as a total stranger.
Gu Jin knew that He Yuchun had never regarded her as a biological daughter.
If not for the marriage alliance with the Liu Family, she would have never thought of her in a lifetime.
To He Yuchun, she was a disgrace, a stain.