Chapter 599: Being Apart So Often Can’t Be Helped

It was only six o’clock by the time Fu Mingxue finished breakfast, and that was after she’d taken her time.

When she arrived at the Qin Family Mansion, there were already quite a few people there.

Qin Wenhao saw her the moment she arrived.

He immediately rushed over to her. "Why are you here so early? You should have slept in a little."

Fu Mingxue looked at him. ’How could I tell him that my own mother woke me up at five?’

"I got enough sleep."

"Did you have breakfast? If you haven’t, go get something to eat now."

"I’ve eaten. By the way, what should I be doing now?"

She wasn’t familiar with the local funeral customs; after all, every region has its own traditions for such events.

Qin Wenhao said, "Go find Mom. She has clothes ready for you. Just go get changed."

Fu Mingxue nodded. "Alright, I’ll go find her."

She glanced around and spotted her mother-in-law, who was busy with preparations.

She quickly walked over—

"Mom."

Hearing her voice, Mrs. Qin turned and saw her daughter-in-law. "Mingxue, you’re here. Here, change into these mourning clothes."

Fu Mingxue nodded. "Okay."

She took the mourning clothes from her mother-in-law and put them on over her outfit—

Many people came to the Qin family’s home to offer their condolences.

They were all there to see Mr. Qin off on his final journey.

The funeral procession was very long.

However, after seeing Mr. Qin off, many people returned to their own homes.

They didn’t stay for the meal at the Qin family’s home.

As a granddaughter-in-law, Fu Mingxue naturally waited until after the burial to leave the cemetery and return to the Qin Family Mansion.

Qin Wenhao and the others hadn’t returned yet.

They didn’t come back until the afternoon, after the grave had been properly sealed.

That evening, Fu Mingxue returned to her courtyard home, while Qin Wenhao remained with the Qin family.

Qin Wenhao didn’t return to the courtyard home until after lunch the next day.

Qin Wenying came with him.

"Mingxue, I’m leaving this afternoon. Do you want to go with me?"

Fu Mingxue hadn’t expected her to leave so soon.

"Wenying, you can go on ahead. I’ll leave the day after tomorrow."

"Fine," Qin Wenying said, and then left immediately.

As soon as she was gone, Qin Wenhao asked, "You’re leaving the day after tomorrow? Are you going to be traveling alone?"

Fu Mingxue looked at him. "That’s right, by myself."

Hearing that she would be traveling alone, Qin Wenhao’s brow furrowed.

"If you’re going by yourself, you would have been better off going with Wenying."

’Would she be safe traveling alone on the train?’

’Just the thought of it made him worry.’

’What’s more, the day after tomorrow is the seventh day of the new year, so the trains will be packed.’

Just then, Mrs. Fu chimed in, "If you’re leaving on the seventh, you’d be better off leaving on the eighth. Or even tomorrow."

The older generation had their own beliefs; they generally preferred to travel on even-numbered days.

"It’s fine. The seventh will do."

Fu Mingxue didn’t give it as much thought as her mother.

As for her safety on the train—she had never been afraid.

’I’ll have plenty of business trips in the future. Does that mean I can’t travel alone?’

"By the way, you should go book my ticket. Otherwise, I might not be able to get one for the day after tomorrow."

Qin Wenhao nodded. "Alright, don’t worry about it."

Fu Mingxue needed to go to the research institute that afternoon to see Director Zheng.

When it was about time to leave, she said to Qin Wenhao, "I’m heading to the research institute now. Remember to buy the train ticket."

With that, she wheeled her bicycle out the door.

Qin Wenhao was left momentarily speechless.

’Oh well. We spend more time apart than together. It just can’t be helped.’