Chapter 1278
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"Mom … he's really dead."
Huo Mien held his mother's hand tightly, but he could feel that his mother's fingers had no warmth at all …
No matter how much she hated him, she was once deeply in love with Huo Zhenghai, so she must be feeling terrible right now, right?
Yang Meirong stumbled and took a few steps back.
She lost her balance and almost fell down …
Luckily, Huo Mien reacted quickly and immediately supported her …
"Mom … are you okay?"
"How … how did he …?" Yang Meirong choked up.
"Mom … he was already in poor health, and now that his business is a mere figurehead and Huo Siqian has all the power, he might have been too anxious …"
Huo Mien comforted his mother …
"That old bastard … he really has a good life … he didn't suffer much and he passed away … he still owes me so much. I thought I could see him in a more miserable state in his later years and mock him, but he didn't even give me the chance."
Yang Meirong didn't mean what she said …
"Mom … I saw him yesterday."
"You saw him?" Yang Meirong was a little surprised.
Huo Mien nodded. "Yeah, when I went to see him yesterday, he wasn't in a good state. He was on an IV drip and didn't eat much …"
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He said he was sorry."
"What's the point of saying that now?" Yang Meirong sat on the sofa and wiped her tears.
Huo Mien took out a jade ring from his bag and handed it to his mother …
"This is …?" Yang Meirong looked at the ring and hesitated.
"This is something he always carried around with him. He told me to give it to you as a memento."
"That bastard … he didn't even let me rest in peace, who wants to remember him?"
Yang Meirong cried even harder as she took the jade ring from his hand …
It seemed like she still couldn't accept the news that Huo Zhenghai was dead.
"I'm going to the funeral with Qin Chu tomorrow, do you want to come?" Huo Mien asked quietly.
Yang Meirong didn't say anything, but her tears continued to fall …
"It's good to send him on his last journey. Even if he dies … Let's forget everything that happened in the past, Mom."
"Okay, I'll go with you." In the end, no one knew if it was because of Huo Mien's words or if it was because Yang Meirong had thought things through.
She nodded, indicating that she wanted to attend the funeral with them …
The next morning, Huo Zhenghai's funeral was held.
A long line of people walked out of the Huo Residence …
As the eldest son, Huo Siqian held his father's portrait and walked at the front …
Behind him were Huo Mien and Huo Yanyan, both wearing white mourning cloths on their heads.
The truth was, Huo Mien wasn't obligated to wear a mourning cloth for Huo Zhenghai … After all, she wasn't his daughter to begin with.
However, outsiders didn't know about Huo Mien's background, so she still had to attend as Huo Zhenghai's daughter.
Jiang Hong looked sad. She walked slowly with the help of two maids.
Qin Chu stayed by Yang Meirong's side, carefully taking care of her …
Today's weather was exceptionally good. Although it was cold, they could see the blue sky and white clouds that they hadn't seen in a long time.
Everyone was dressed in black, and they marched from the Huo Family Mansion to the cemetery.
There were a total of one hundred black luxury cars. It was quite a grand occasion …
What was rare was that Song Yishi also came. She walked beside Huo Siqian.
She was expressionless. She didn't care about Huo Mien, no matter how many people died.
However, she had to be careful of the media. Therefore, her father was right. She had to pretend for a while.
Song Yishi and Huo Mien looked at each other. She turned her head away and ignored Huo Mien. She didn't have any intention of speaking.
Huo Mien didn't want to talk to her either …
Just like that, the group of people sent Huo Zhenghai's body to the North Mountain cemetery …
They buried him next to the elders of the Huo Family, which was the Huo Family's ancestral grave.
It was already noon by the time they were done …
Huo Siqian set up a hundred tables at a five-star hotel and invited guests to a funeral banquet.
Huo Mien wasn't in the mood. After sending his mother home with Qin Chu, he asked for half a day off to rest at home.
Qin Chu, on the other hand, went to the company after sending Huo Mien home.
Huo Mien fainted in South Hill Manor for the entire afternoon. When she woke up, it was almost dark.
She put on her robe and went downstairs to warm herself in front of the fireplace …
The north wind in the depths of winter couldn't be described as cold. It could freeze people to death.
South Hill Manor had plenty of heating, but because the living room was too big, it was still a little cold.
Huo Mien sat in front of the fireplace, warming herself while drinking milk. Suddenly, her phone rang.
She opened it and saw that it was a WeChat message from Jiang Xiaowei. She said, "Mian, Su Yu is back."
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