Chapter 1282: Huo Mian, I Love You (13)

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“Mom… he really died,” Huo Mian said as she grasped her mother’s icy hands…

No matter how much she hated Huo Zhenghai now, she once loved him, very much. Huo Mian could imagine how much pain her mother was in.

Yang Meirong stumbled back a few steps. However, she tripped and almost fell down.

Huo Mian was fast enough to quickly hold her mother up. “Mom… are you okay?”

“How did he… how did he…” Yang Meirong choked on her words.

“Mom… his health was bad to begin with. Plus, his shares were taken and the Huo Corporation fell into Huo Siqian’s hands, so his heart probably couldn’t handle the pressure and shock…” Huo Mian consoled her mother.

“That undying man… he lived such a good life… He barely suffered before he died! He owes me so much, I wanted to see him living a pathetic life and laugh at him. He didn’t even give me a chance!” Yang Meirong said, lying to herself.

“Mom… I saw him last night.”

“You saw him?” Yang Meirong was surprised, and Huo Mian nodded. “Yeah, he seemed really weak when I saw him yesterday. He was receiving nutrition shots and could barely keep any food down…”

“Did he say anything to you?”

“He told me to apologize to you.”

“What’s the point of that?” Yang Meirong fell to the couch, wiping away her tears.

Huo Mian then took out the jade ring from her purse and handed it to her mother.

“This is…” Yang Meirong hesitated upon seeing the ring, and Huo Mian said, “This is something personal from him, he told me to give it to you as memorabilia.”

“This d.a.m.n man… I can’t believe he would do this in his death. I don’t want to remember him!”

Yang Meirong sobbed even harder as she took the jade ring from Huo Mian’s hand… She still couldn’t come to terms with Huo Zhenghai’s sudden death…

“I’m going to attend his funeral with Qin Chu tomorrow, would you like to come with us?” Huo Mian asked quietly.

Yang Meirong didn’t respond, and she just kept crying…

“You can see him off, one last time. He died… you should forgive him for all he did in the past, Mom.”

“Okay, I’ll go with you two.” Either Huo Mian’s words worked or Yang Meirong thought things through. In the end, she nodded and agreed to go to the funeral with them…

The next morning was Huo Zhenghai’s funeral procession.

A long line of people walked out of the Huo Family’s mansion…

As the oldest son, Huo Siqian walked at the very front of the line with his father’s portrait in his hands…

Behind him was Huo Mian and Huo Yanyan, both wearing white filial cloths on their heads.

The truth was, Huo Mian wasn’t obligated to wear that cloth and attend his funeral… After all, she wasn’t his daughter.

However, no one else knew who she really was, so she had no choice but to attend his funeral.

Jiang Hong looked sad as she walked slowly, two maids holding onto her by each arm.

Qin Chu carefully looked after Yang Meirong as they walked in the back…

Today’s weather was surprisingly nice. It was cold, but they could see the blue sky and white clouds.

Everyone wore black as they headed towards the grave.

A hundred luxurious black cars gave Huo Zhenghai the respect he seemed to deserve…

To Huo Mian’s surprise, Song Yis.h.i.+ came as well; she walked beside Huo Siqian.

Her face was expressionless since she didn’t give a c.r.a.p who died.

However, she had to be aware of the media; her father was right, they had to play pretend for a while.

As her gaze met Huo Mian’s, she turned around, ignoring her. She didn’t want to talk to Huo Mian, and the latter was also too lazy to deal with her…

Just like that, their group walked into North Hill Public Cemetery with Huo Zhenghai’s body…

He was buried next to his father, in his family’s graveyard.

It was noon by the time the proceeding ended…

Huo Siqian had set up a hundred-table wake at a five-star hotel, but Huo Mian wasn’t in the mood to eat, so she and Qin Chu drove her mother home before she called the hospital to take the rest of the day off.

After Qin Chu dropped Huo Mian off, he headed to GK. Huo Mian, on the other hand, slept the entire afternoon and woke up near nightfall.

She put on her robe and went downstairs to the living room, sitting in front of the fireplace…

Northern China was so cold during winter that one could practically freeze to death if they stood outside for too long.

South Hill Manor had a great heating system, but the living room was so big that it still felt a little chilly.

Huo Mian enjoyed the fire in front of her as she sipped on warm milk. Suddenly, her phone ‘dinged’.

She opened up to see a WeChat message from Jiang Xiaowei, “Mian, Su Yu’s back.”