My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 135 Everything Will Be Alright

The freezer room at the funeral home.

A chilling aura swept over us, as if even the air itself had frozen.

In the huge cold storage, rows of neat cubicles resemble silent tombstones.

In each of the cubicles lay a cold, lifeless corpse.

The lighting was dim, the air was chilly, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Director Zhang walked ahead, his steps steady, his face expressionless.

He glanced at Zhu Ziqing and Tan Haoyu behind him and said in a low voice, "President Tan, we've arrived. Get ready."

Zhu Ziqing's face was as pale as paper, and her hands were tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

Her gaze was fixed on the front, as if she was trying to suppress the fear and grief in her heart.

Tan Haoyu stood beside her, his gaze never leaving her face, his eyes filled with worry.

"Ziqing, are you... alright?" Tan Haoyu asked softly, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Zhu Ziqing did not answer, but simply nodded slightly.

I walked slowly forward, but it felt like I was carrying lead, so heavy that I could hardly lift myself up.

Director Zhang walked to a compartment and reached out to pull open the drawer.

A sudden surge of cold air rushed out, like an invisible icy blade piercing the skin.

Zhu Ziqing's pupils contracted sharply as her gaze fell on the corpse in the drawer—it was her mother.

The mother's body lay there stiffly, her face so pale it was almost transparent.

Frozen bloodstains remained on his forehead, a shocking sight.

Zhu Ziqing's breathing suddenly stopped, as if she were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Mom..." Her voice trembled so much it was almost inaudible.

My legs went weak, and I felt as if all my strength had been drained, and I plummeted straight down.

Tan Haoyu reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and pulling her firmly into his arms.

His hands were warm and strong, but they couldn't dispel the coldness in Zhu Ziqing's heart.

"Ziqing, don't be like this..." Tan Haoyu's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of heartache.

Zhu Ziqing, however, seemed not to hear his voice, her gaze fixed on her mother's corpse.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out toward her mother's face.

But just as they were about to touch, they suddenly pulled back.

"Mom...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Her voice was hoarse, as if it were squeezed out from the depths of her throat, filled with endless regret and self-blame.

Tan Haoyu's heart clenched; he could feel Zhu Ziqing's pain.

That feeling of despair was like an invisible tide, engulfing him.

He held her tightly, letting her tears soak his clothes, but didn't say a word of comfort.

He knew that what Zhu Ziqing needed at that moment was not comfort, but catharsis.

Images of her mother from before her death kept flashing through Zhu Ziqing's mind.

The mother's gentle smile, her soft words of advice, and the knot in their hearts that had just been untied...

Everything seems like it happened just yesterday, yet it feels as distant as if a century has passed.

"Ziqing, you must take good care of yourself. Mom will always love you..." Her mother's voice echoed in her ears, warm and clear.

But now, her mother lies here, cold and lifeless, no longer able to respond to her calls.

“It’s my fault that you died…it’s my fault…” Zhu Ziqing’s voice grew softer and softer.

Tears finally burst forth like a dam breaking, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

Her emotions completely collapsed at that moment, and she cried out in a hoarse voice, as if she wanted to vent all the pain in her heart.

Her cries echoed in the empty cold storage, filled with despair and sorrow.

Tan Haoyu felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife; he had never seen Zhu Ziqing like this before.

The usually strong and calm woman was now as fragile as a piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.

He held her tightly, letting her tears soak his chest, a surge of unprecedented emotion welling up inside him.

"Ziqing, cry, it will make you feel better..." he said softly, his voice choked with sobs.

Zhu Ziqing's sobs gradually weakened, but her body continued to tremble.

Her fingers gripped Tan Haoyu's clothes tightly, as if she were grasping at the last straw.

"Haoyu... what should I do... what should I do..." Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but it made Tan Haoyu's heart tremble.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head, his voice tender yet firm: "With me here, everything will be alright."

Zhu Ziqing didn't say anything more, but just nestled tightly in his arms, as if only in this way could she find a sense of security.

The cold air in the cold storage was still biting, but Tan Haoyu's embrace was warm and comforting.

He silently stayed by her side, letting time pass by, until her emotions gradually calmed down.

"Ziqing, let's go," Tan Haoyu said softly, his voice tinged with reluctance.

Zhu Ziqing nodded slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on her mother's corpse, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Tan Haoyu didn't urge her any further, but simply stayed quietly by her side.

Until she finally turned around, and with heavy steps, left this cold place.

The moment Zhu Ziqing stepped out of the cold storage, she looked up at the sky, the sunlight so bright that she could barely open her eyes.

Her heart was still filled with grief, but she knew she had to be strong.

Because she is no longer the little girl who can hide in her mother's arms.

Tan Haoyu stood beside her, his gaze firm yet gentle.

He reached out and gently took her hand, his voice deep and strong: "Ziqing, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Zhu Ziqing turned her head to look at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She didn't say anything, but simply gripped his hand tightly in return.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, as if gilding them with a golden glow.

The road ahead may still be difficult, but as long as he is there, she will no longer be alone.

Zhu Ziqing's sobs gradually weakened.

But her body still twitched slightly in Tan Haoyu's arms, like a withered leaf swaying in the wind, so fragile that it seemed as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Her tears had already soaked Tan Haoyu's clothes.

The cold dampness seeped into his skin through the fabric, but it couldn't compare to the chill in her heart.

Tan Haoyu looked down at her red and swollen eyes, and gently stroked the corner of her eye with his rough thumb, wiping away the remaining tear stains.

His movements were gentle and restrained, as if afraid of disturbing her last bit of vulnerability.

"Stop crying, your eyes will suffer if you keep crying." His voice was low and tinged with heartache.

Zhu Ziqing did not respond, but buried her face in his chest, her breathing weak and rapid.

Her fingers gripped his clothes tightly, as if he were her only support.

Tan Haoyu didn't say anything more, but just hugged her tighter and patted her back gently like he was comforting a child.

His hands were warm and strong, carrying a reassuring power.

After a long while, Zhu Ziqing's emotions finally calmed down a little.