Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 1180 You Dare to Touch Me?

The doctor glanced at Liu Li indifferently, his voice tinged with disappointment: "I still have work to do, contact them yourself!"

He lost his father five years ago, experienced the pain of losing a loved one, and knew what to do after a loved one's death.

Seeing that Liu Li was young, he said a few more words, but this woman... seemed to be hostile towards him.

He didn't want to deal with this woman, so he walked out after saying that.

Liu Li frowned: "I don't know the phone number for the crematorium. I just asked you for one number, and you wouldn't even give it to me. Your attitude towards the patient's family is too perfunctory."

The doctor's face turned ugly: "I'm a doctor, not your secretary. Don't you have hands or brains?"

"Can't you just look it up on your phone?"

Liu Li looked embarrassed: "Okay, I'll check it myself, but my dog ​​is sick, you should get it checked."

The doctor looked at Liu Li as if she were a fool. He had been a doctor for more than ten years and had seen all kinds of patients and their families.

But I've never seen anyone who, after their father's death, still care about a dog.

He was truly speechless and gave Liu Li a deep look.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Liu Li shouted a few times, stomped her feet in anger, and cried even more bitterly.

Three days later.

Liujiazhai.

A large crowd had gathered in front of a house. Some people were carrying steamed buns decorated with jujube blossoms, some were carrying funeral steamed buns, and others were carrying paper figures and wreaths.

But they all stood dumbfounded at the door.

This was the first time they had ever seen a funeral like this: no farewell ceremony for the deceased, no offering of incense to the spirit tablet, and not even a mourning tent.

They didn't invite any musicians to play the suona and sheng at the funeral.

There was no banquet in the courtyard, nor were there any filial sons or grandsons kneeling in the mourning hall.

Only Liu Li sat still, holding the dog.

Some people were worried that Liu Li might be having mental health issues due to the loss of her father, so they went up to ask her. They found that Liu Li was very calm and acted and spoke normally.

When Liu Li did not greet them, her relatives and friends seemed to understand something, put down their things, and turned to leave.

Some of the closer relatives were so angry that they went up to Liu Li and said a few words to her, saying that she did not respect her father and did not hold a ceremony.

Liu Li brushed it off with a single sentence; she was now the head of the household, and she didn't want to.

She also said that funeral rites are all just a hoax, and she doesn't believe in them.

After a few words of argument, the relatives couldn't do anything about Liu Li and left in twos and threes.

Liu Li took out her phone, filmed her unusual funeral scene, and posted it on her social media.

I also wrote a short copy.

"I am a modern, independent woman who doesn't like to be bound by rules and won't be swayed by the opinions of relatives and friends."

I will take charge of my father's funeral, eliminating all the complicated, superstitious, and outdated rules.

No funeral will be held, no guests will be entertained, and no memorial ceremonies will be performed.

I didn't even leave behind my ashes after cremation.

I only need to bury him in my heart; this is how independent women in the new era bury their fathers.

Looking forward to your encouragement, likes, and support!

A black sedan was parked on the roadside a dozen meters away from the yard.

The car windows were tinted black, so you couldn't see inside.

Ye Changqing lay half-reclined in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the entrance to Liu Li's yard.

He considered himself a patient person, but he had a strong urge to get out of the car, rush into the courtyard, and ask Liu Li for the "Ten Treatises of the Mohist School".

He simply had no patience left to wait.

But his conscience told him that no matter who she was, he shouldn't bother someone who had lost her father.

After she finished her "funeral"

Although this funeral was practically the same as not having one.

Ok?

Just as he was getting impatient, he suddenly sat up, pushed open the door, and walked towards the main entrance.

Liu Li came out carrying a suitcase and holding a dog, seemingly about to leave.

He caught up with Liu Li just four or five meters from the gate, saying, "Hey, don't go!"

Liu Li turned around and saw Ye Changqing, her face turning grim: "What do you want from me?"

Just when I had finally forgotten those harsh words, Ye Changqing showed up, and my slightly recovered mood inexplicably turned sour again.

Ye Changqing frowned. He had agreed to go home and get the "Ten Treatises of the Mohist School." Had this woman forgotten? He adjusted his mindset and smiled politely. "We agreed on the beach that you would go home and get me the 'Ten Treatises of the Mohist School.' Because of your father's matter, I don't want to bother you."

"Now that you're leaving your hometown, shouldn't you give me the 'Ten Treatises of Mohism'?"

Liu Li frowned: "I'm sorry, someone has offered a high price to buy 'The Ten Treatises of Mohism'."

what?

Ye Changqing was stunned. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Although Liu Li was a descendant of the Mo Sect, their branch had long lost its lineage.

Back then, my master was about to accomplish something great, so just in case, he gave all the things he had to the descendants of the creators of the classics.

Liu Li actually sold "Ten Treatises of the Mohist School".

He was so angry he almost cursed: "The 'Ten Treatises of Mohism' isn't yours, how dare you sell it?"

Liu Li said coldly, "He's my father's. Now that he's gone, he's mine."

Ye Changqing clenched his fists, feeling for the first time an urge to punch someone to death: "Do you know what the consequences will be?"

A hint of irony flashed in Liu Li's eyes. Last time, she had only saved a dog when her father happened to fall ill and be hospitalized, and then died.

Ye Changqing actually mocked her for valuing the dog more than her father.

She was just doing a good deed, was that wrong?

Thinking of this, he felt resentment towards Ye Changqing and spoke even more rudely: "The consequence is that I made money, 100,000 US dollars, I made a lot of money."

Dollar?

Ye Changqing's anger intensified: "You sold the 'Ten Treatises of the Mohist School' to foreigners?"

Don't you fucking know how serious the consequences would be if you sold these cultural relics to foreign countries?

Seeing Ye Changqing angry, Liu Li felt a strange sense of satisfaction and shrugged nonchalantly: "That's mine, so I'll sell it. What can you do about it?"

Ye Changqing was furious: "Don't think that just because you're a woman I won't dare to touch you!"

Liu Li looked at Ye Changqing with a smile: "I just think you wouldn't dare to touch me. I'm standing right here, you dare to lay a finger on me and see what happens?"

Ye Changqing's eyes flashed with malice. He reached out and grabbed Liu Li's hair, then slammed her to the ground: "Tell me, who did you sell it to?"

Ah ~

Liu Li screamed in pain, "Ah, my hair! Are you crazy?"

I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police right now! I'll tell them you tried to rape me, and your life is over! You'll be going to jail!

slap~

slap~

Ye Changqing raised his hand and slapped him twice across the face.

Liu Li's vision went black, her mind went blank, and she lost the ability to think for a long time.

After a few minutes, Liu Li felt her vision gradually clear and her brain regain its ability to think, but the burning pain on her face filled her with fear of Ye Changqing.

This man... he actually dared to lay a hand on me!

All she wanted to do was escape, but her hair was being grabbed, and the slightest struggle felt like her hair was about to be ripped out, causing her so much pain that she dared not make a move.

Realizing her predicament, she had no choice but to yield: "Please don't hit me, please don't hit me, let's talk this out."

slap~

Another slap landed across his face.

Ye Changqing said coldly, "What are you doing when I'm trying to talk to you nicely?"

Ah ~

Liu Li screamed in pain, feeling her face go numb from the slap. Terrified, she begged for mercy again: "Please, stop hitting me. I'll do whatever you say."

Please don't let them touch you.

Ye Changqing took out his phone and threw it at Liu Li's face: "You want to call the police, huh? Go ahead and call them now!"