Although Vincent had already told them that Old Master Zhan's body was in the hospital room.
Yet, none of them took the first step for a long time, as if they still couldn't believe the old master had actually passed away.
They were unwilling to see the face of the deceased, unwilling to see the once vibrant cheeks turn lifeless.
Finally, Zhan Mohan reached out and grasped the doorknob, preparing to push it open.
Wei Yumeng still noticed his hand trembled slightly. Although Zhan Mohan appeared calm, this detail revealed his inner turmoil to Wei Yumeng.
She understood what Old Master Zhan's passing meant to Zhan Mohan. Zhan Mohan had been practically raised by Old Master Zhan and was his closest relative.
She took a deep breath, stood by Zhan Mohan's side, and reached out to hold the doorknob with him.
"Mohan, I told you, no matter what happens, I'll be with you," Wei Yumeng's eyes revealed her determination.
Chen Yutong could disregard everything and accept Zhan Yangyi's everything, and she was merely facing this with Zhan Mohan.
Wei Yumeng's hand transmitted warmth to Zhan Mohan's heart.
Thus, the two slowly pushed open the hospital room door.
Everything in the room seemed unchanged, making it hard to realize the person on the bed had died.
Old Master Zhan had his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth curved in a pleasant arc, as if telling everyone he had passed away peacefully.
Seeing this scene, Wei Yumeng's anxious heart eased considerably.
When she heard the news of Old Master Zhan's death, she had truly imagined how painful it must have been for the old master to leave.
The thought made her heart ache, and she believed Zhan Mohan felt the same.
Zhan Mohan bent down and straightened Old Master Zhan's clothes: "Grandpa, rest in peace. I will bear all the responsibilities of the Zhan family from now on and will not disappoint your expectations."
Wei Yumeng also said, "Grandpa, I will work with Mohan to manage this family well."
As she spoke, she tightly held Zhan Mohan's hand.
Zhan Yichen and Mu Linjing also walked in.
"Grandpa..." Mu Linjing looked sad but couldn't find words for a moment.
Her relationship with Old Master Zhan had always been indifferent; she wasn't as favored by the old master as Wei Yumeng was.
However, to her, Old Master Zhan was still family. She just felt a heaviness in her chest, wanting to cry but inexplicably unable to.
Zhan Yichen patted Zhan Mohan's shoulder in comfort, then spoke to the old master: "Grandpa, it's not just Brother; the Zhan family also has me and Eldest Brother. We can already support the entire family. I believe that even in the afterlife, you can watch us with peace, knowing we will all live happily, including your share."
Finally, Wei Yumeng and Mu Linjing couldn't hold back their tears and began to sob.
A light rain started outside, making the atmosphere in the hospital room even more somber.
Those at home fell silent, quietly gazing at the person on the bed, as if trying to imprint their face deeply into their memories.
After all, a dead person can only live on in the memories of others.
Chen Yutong did not enter the ward. She had already broken down in tears outside the door.
Zhan Yangyi, concerned about her condition, had to stay with her for the moment.
"It's okay, it will all pass. Don't be sad," Zhan Yangyi comforted Chen Yutong, holding her.
But the more Zhan Yangyi comforted her, the more Chen Yutong cried.
Perhaps only she knew why she was so heartbroken, but she couldn't tell anyone the reason.
Only when Zhan Mohan and the others came out of the room did Zhan Yangyi enter the ward by himself.
He had originally planned to wait until Chen Yutong felt a bit better before seeing the old master for the last time.
However, whenever Chen Yutong approached the ward, her emotions would become agitated, so he had to go in alone.
It was already two hours later when everyone had calmed their emotions.
As if waking from a dream, they finally returned to reality from their grief.
No matter how much they couldn't accept Old Master Zhan's passing, they still had to face reality.
"I've already asked Fang Xun to arrange the funeral matters, so don't worry," Zhan Mohan said. "As for the specific details of the funeral, I'll trouble you to arrange them."
Zhan Yangyi and Zhan Yichen nodded. They understood Zhan Mohan's intention.
Originally, Zhan Mohan could have arranged everything himself, but he wanted everyone to participate in sending Old Master Zhan off.
"Yumeng, do you think I'll suddenly die one day?" Mu Linjing suddenly said this, startling everyone else.
Wei Yumeng quickly replied, "Don't talk nonsense. You don't look like someone who would leave casually right now."
"I never considered what happens after death before, but now... I'm even more at a loss," Mu Linjing didn't know if she was truly articulating her feelings.
Wei Yumeng patted her hand: "It's okay, don't overthink it. That kind of thing is still far away from you."
After speaking, Wei Yumeng couldn't help but glance at Chen Yutong. Mu Linjing's sorrow could be soothed, but Chen Yutong, who had finally stopped crying, was now sitting there blankly, staring into space, not interacting with them. This state was truly worrying.
Zhan Yangyi felt Wei Yumeng's gaze and moved closer to Chen Yutong, gently putting an arm around her.
"Don't worry, I'll try to comfort her when we get back. She should be fine once she gets through this."
Wei Yumeng nodded. After all, Zhan Yangyi was Chen Yutong's husband; he wouldn't neglect her.
Since everything was arranged, they wasted no more time and immediately began organizing Old Master Zhan's funeral.
On the day of the memorial service, almost all the prominent families in Pengcheng came to see Old Master Zhan off. Regardless of whether they were abroad or in other regions, they rushed back upon receiving the news.
For a consecutive week, the news in Pengcheng reported on the grandeur of Old Master Zhan's funeral, and this atmosphere of sorrow even infected everyone.
Even more companies sought cooperation with the Zhan Group, some of them due to their past relationships with Old Master Zhan.
"In this way, Grandpa should be able to rest in peace."
Wei Yumeng put down the newspaper she was holding. It contained reports about Old Master Zhan.
This report even detailed Old Master Zhan's life, some things that even Wei Yumeng didn't know.
Zhan Mohan stood by the window, looking at the sky outside: "Yes, in this way, Grandpa can also rest in peace."