Global Film Emperor

Chapter 215 Jiang Wenshu will never exist in this world again.

March 2nd, Wuxi, light rain.

A Mercedes-Benz G-Class AMG stopped at the entrance of the cemetery. With a bang, the umbrella frame popped open, and tiny raindrops hit the umbrella, making a soft pattering sound.

Black leather shoes clattered on the ground, and his steel-chain wristwatch gleamed with a subtle silver sheen even on a gloomy day. The black shirt and black suit accentuated Lu Ze's already tall and imposing figure, making him appear even more robust and upright. The only striking feature was the white floral pendant he wore on his chest.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The pale blue smoke drifted into the air. He looked back and saw a small convoy of more than a dozen cars.

The crying started from that moment and never stopped. Since meeting Jiang Wenshu's parents three days ago, Lu Ze had seen with his own eyes that the old couple's hair, which was already mostly white, had now turned completely white.

Few relatives showed up today, and it seemed that only Lu Ze was among his friends. This was not unexpected for Lu Ze; it would have been strange if there had been a huge crowd.

"Xiao Lu, thank you. I thank you on behalf of Wen Shu."

Jiang Wenshu's mother was extremely agitated. She grabbed Lu Ze's hand that was holding the umbrella, and her tears fell onto Lu Ze's wrist, which was warm at first but quickly cooled down.

After Jiang Wenshu came to power, she did send money to her family. On the contrary, she gave them a large sum of money in savings. However, when she later had to pay compensation for the termination of her endorsement and company contracts, she had to pay it all back. If she had gone to court, apart from the clearly priced endorsements, she wouldn't have had to pay 200 million yuan in compensation for artist contracts.

Perhaps she was disheartened at the time, or maybe she just wanted to end things with the company as soon as possible and didn't want to have anything to do with these people anymore. So she paid whatever price they asked for. In fact, Lu Ze ended up paying for her final resting place, a grave in the best cemetery in Wuxi, for 366,000 yuan.

"Take care of yourself, Auntie. Wen Shu has been worried about your and Uncle's health. Don't make her worry, otherwise she will feel bad."

"Okay, I won't cry, I won't cry."

They said they wouldn't cry, but how could the elderly couple stop their tears? Fortunately, the couple had been in good health before, otherwise they would have fallen ill in the past few days.

Holding an umbrella for the two elderly people, Lu Ze looked at the feng shui master. Seeing him nod, Lu Ze opened the back door. Jiang Wenshu's father reached out and picked up the box covered with a white cloth. It was hard to imagine that a woman weighing several dozen kilograms could be so easily put into a small box.

"Wen Shu, head west! The western road is the main road!"

The few relatives threw white paper money into the air. Following her husband's instructions, Jiang's mother shouted that she was taking Jiang Wenshu home. The group entered the cemetery and walked all the way to the top of the mountain, to the spot they had chosen earlier.

Pushing open the artificial marble cover, Lu Ze squatted down, lit the paper money, and threw it into the tomb entrance. After it had completely burned out, he placed more paper money underneath. Lu Ze carefully lifted Jiang Wenshu from Jiang Wenshu's father's hands, placed her into the tomb entrance, and lifted the white cloth. In the photo, Jiang Wenshu was smiling so brightly.

After everyone made way, the man arranged some burial items such as "gold ingots" and "gold mountains," muttering words that ordinary people couldn't understand. He then asked the family members to check if the items were in the correct positions. After everyone had looked, the cemetery's glue applicator covered the marble with the burial lid and used a glue gun to fill the gaps with black glue.

The crying reached its peak at this moment. Jiang's mother lay on the tombstone and wept bitterly. From this moment on, she would never see her daughter again, and Jiang Wenshu would never exist in the world again.

Lu Ze gave the cemetery worker a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes. After seeing the worker off, he stood behind the others without an umbrella, letting the raindrops fall on him. The raindrops were small, and he was only slightly damp.

"Xiao Lu, why don't you come with us to burn some paper money?"

"I'll pass for now, I want to talk to her."

The elderly couple didn't say anything else, just nodded, and led a group of relatives down the mountain to a designated place to burn some of the paper money they had brought on the journey. At this moment, only Jiang Wenshu and Lu Ze remained. Apart from the sound of rain, all the noise stopped abruptly, and it became completely quiet.

Lu Ze knelt down in front of the tombstone. The tombstone was black with gold characters engraved on it: "Tomb of beloved daughter, Jiang Wenshu". Lu Ze stared at the accompanying photo for a long time, then reached out and wiped the photo with the back of his hand.

In the photo, she has long, black hair that reaches her chest, and two shallow dimples when she smiles. Compared to her burgundy curly hair, she appears much more demure.

"Mr. Lu?"

Hearing someone call his name, Lu Ze turned around and found Lin Yuezhu, whom he hadn't seen for some time, standing on his left holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and an umbrella.

"Dr. Lin? Who are you?"

Lin Yuezhu walked to the grave, glanced at the tombstone, sighed, placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, straightened her suit, and bowed three times gently.

“Ms. Jiang is also my patient. I started treating her earlier than you. Out of professional ethics, I cannot disclose information about her condition to you without Ms. Jiang’s consent. I am very sorry about this.”

Lu Ze was taken aback. He wasn't Doctor Lu Ze; he didn't understand psychology. Moreover, Jiang Wenshu had always maintained a happy demeanor in front of him, so he genuinely couldn't discern any psychological issues in her.

Mental illness does not directly cause death, but people with mental illness are a high-risk group for death. Lin Yuezhu was used to attending the funerals of his patients, but she still felt extremely sorry for the passing of Jiang Wenshu, a beautiful life at the young age of twenty-seven. She glanced at Lu Ze and thought that since Jiang Wenshu had passed away, it would be fine to tell Lu Ze.

"She suffers from severe depression, caused by her fear of this matter and the endless work. She hates this kind of life, but she still lives it every day. And that matter is like a high-risk warning line, constantly putting pressure on her. In fact, Ms. Jiang is a very strong woman, but people's endurance is only so high. It is impossible to carry things indefinitely. When the string in her mind tightens and breaks, all of this will happen naturally. So Mr. Lu, you don't need to blame yourself too much."

Do you think this kind of comfort is appropriate in this situation?

"Mr. Lu, do you have a clear understanding of what depression is? If your happiness level is ten, you may not be able to keep it at ten every day because of this or that. It's normal for your happiness level to be only six or seven. But the happiness level of a person with depression is zero. They can't feel happiness. Listening to a thousand jokes won't raise their happiness level to one. But Ms. Jiang's profession requires her to force a smile even if she can't feel happiness and greet every event with a smile. She has maintained this fake smile for several years. Do you think she is not in pain?"

Lin Yuezhu turned around and looked down the mountain. This location was very high, and on sunny days, it wouldn't be blocked by other tombstones. It also faced a river directly. The doctor said it was a particularly good location. After observing for a while, he turned around and looked at Lu Ze.

"This kind of pain is hard for ordinary people to understand, so death may not be the end for Miss Jiang, but a relief. The reason I am comforting you, Mr. Lu, is that the funeral I attend next time will not be yours. You can be angry and dissatisfied with me, but I hope that you, no, all my patients are not sick, that there is no mental illness in the world, and that you can all live well. Even if I lose my job, I don't care. I'm leaving now. I will check on your condition again at a later time. Take care."

Lin Yuezhu took a step back, bowed to Jiang Wenshu again, then turned and left, leaving Lu Ze behind, and slowly walked down the mountain.

He walked all the way to the entrance of the cemetery, glanced back at the mountaintop, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Ms. Shen, I just met with Mr. Lu. Don't worry too much. Mr. Lu's mental state is relatively stable, but he still needs further examination. I still suggest you bring Mr. Lu to my studio. Okay, goodbye."

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That's all for today.

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