<h4>Chapter 337: Chapter 338: Don’t Even Think About It</h4><h4></h4>


    Feeling the arm in his embrace tense up, Gan Yuan gently shook Huangfu Jue’s arm.


    "Ajue, let’s go offer flowers!"


    Huangfu Jue loosened his grip, and the arm-wrestling-like handshake finally came to an end.


    "Excuse me!"


    With a light utterance, Huangfu Jue led Gan Yuan forward with deliberate steps.


    As the two walked away, Abel jeered from the side.


    "Mr. Moses, you might as well save your effort. Gan Yuan is about to be a Princess Consort, and even I don’t have a chance, let alone you... don’t even think about it!"


    Moses turned his face, "Princess Consort?!"


    "Such lousy observational skills and you want to hit on women?" Abel contemptuously rolled his eyes at him, "Before hitting on a woman, you should first check whether she’s wearing a wedding ring, that’smon sense! Viting someone else’s marriage is something God will punish you for, buddy, you better learn that!"


    Paying no more attention to Moses, Abel stepped toward a young girl nearby.


    "Ha, Daisy, long time no see!"


    Moses turned to look at Gan Yuan, by now she and Huangfu Jue had arrived at the side of the coffin, cing the lilies they held onto it.


    Despite the distance, Moses could clearly see the ring shining with a fiery glow on her left ring finger—the ring on the ring finger represented engagement or marriage.


    Given Huangfu Jue’s status, his marriage would certainly have been made public; the only exnation was that they were engaged. As Moses contemted this possibility, he clenched his hands tightly.


    "Married?... Over my dead body!"


    "Sir!" His subordinate, having finished a phone call, approached him, "That guy is here again."


    "Where?"


    "Right outside the church, look..." The subordinate’s eyes took on a cold gleam, "Shall we deal with it?"


    Moses’s furrowed brows rxed, a cold smirk forming on his lips.


    "Since he likes to follow, let him. It’s fine."


    ncing around, he turned and walked to a vacant seat to sit down.


    After Huangfu Jue and Gan Yuan had finished the flower offering ritual, severalte arrivals stepped forward to offer flowers. The priestpleted the prayers, and the body viewing ceremony was thus dered concluded.


    The staff sealed the coffin and lifted Nancy’s casket onto the vehicle. The guests also got into their cars and followed the hearse to the cemetery, with Huangfu Jue and Gan Yuan joining them in their car.


    The motorcade grandly departed from the church, driving towards the outskirts.


    From a distance, a blue sports car also caught up and merged into the procession, trailing far behind Moses’s car.


    Inside the driver’s seat, Qiao Liang cautiously drove, oblivious to the fact that at this very moment, he was no longer the hunter but the prey.


    ncing at the blue sports car in the rearview mirror, Moses spoke with an icy tone.


    "It seems the Lu Family only has this one son, doesn’t it?"


    "Yes, sir."


    "Hmph!" He sneered, "It’s such a pity for such a food empire to have no heir!"


    ...


    ...


    In the cemetery, the funeral was slowly drawing to a close.


    "...We beseech the consoling heart of the Lord tofort us and his family members... in the holy name of Lord Jesus, we pray that the Lord hear us, amen."


    The Bishop raised his hand and made the sign of the cross over his chest, while the staff began to sprinkle fresh dirt onto Nancy’s casket.


    Duke Locke was numb from overwhelming grief, Qian Xueying cried out uncontrobly, and several elderly servants also had faces full of sorrow.


    Yet the surrounding guests had already begun to ponder their post-service ns: the men were thinking about their work, while the women were nning whether to go shopping or to get thetest nail art designs...