Chapter 1282 - Huo Mian, I Love You (13)
My Youth Began With Him-Webnovel
Translator: Noodletown Translations  Editor: Noodletown Translations
âMom⦠he really died,â Huo Mian said as she grasped her motherâs icy handsâ¦
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. âMom⦠are you okay?â
âHow did he⦠how did heâ¦â Yang Meirong choked on her words.
âMom⦠his health was bad to begin with. Plus, his shares were taken and the Huo Corporation fell into Huo Siqianâs hands, so his heart probably couldnât handle the pressure and shockâ¦â Huo Mian consoled her mother.
âThat 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 didnât even give me a chance!â Yang Meirong said, lying to herself.
âMom⦠I saw him last night.â
âYou saw him?â Yang Meirong was surprised, and Huo Mian nodded. âYeah, he seemed really weak when I saw him yesterday. He was receiving nutrition shots and could barely keep any food downâ¦â
âDid he say anything to you?â
âHe told me to apologize to you.â
âWhatâs the point of that?â 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.
âThis isâ¦â Yang Meirong hesitated upon seeing the ring, and Huo Mian said, âThis is something personal from him, he told me to give it to you as memorabilia.â
âThis damn man⦠I canât believe he would do this in his death. I donât want to remember him!â
Yang Meirong sobbed even harder as she took the jade ring from Huo Mianâs hand⦠She still couldnât come to terms with Huo Zhenghaiâs sudden deathâ¦
âIâm going to attend his funeral with Qin Chu tomorrow, would you like to come with us?â Huo Mian asked quietly.
Yang Meirong didnât respond, and she just kept cryingâ¦
âYou can see him off, one last time. He died⦠you should forgive him for all he did in the past, Mom.â
âOkay, Iâll go with you two.â Either Huo Mianâs words worked or Yang Meirong thought things through. In the end, she nodded and agreed to go to the funeral with themâ¦
The next morning was Huo Zhenghaiâs funeral procession.
A long line of people walked out of the Huo Familyâs mansionâ¦
As the oldest son, Huo Siqian walked at the very front of the line with his fatherâs portrait in his handsâ¦
Behind him was Huo Mian and Huo Yanyan, both wearing white filial cloths on their heads.
The truth was, Huo Mian wasnât obligated to wear that cloth and attend his funeral⦠After all, she wasnât 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 backâ¦
Todayâs 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 deserveâ¦
To Huo Mianâs surprise, Song Yishi came as well; she walked beside Huo Siqian.
Her face was expressionless since she didnât give a crap 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 Mianâs, she turned around, ignoring her. She didnât want to talk to Huo Mian, and the latter was also too lazy to deal with herâ¦
Just like that, their group walked into North Hill Public Cemetery with Huo Zhenghaiâs bodyâ¦
He was buried next to his father, in his familyâs graveyard.
It was noon by the time the proceeding endedâ¦
Huo Siqian had set up a hundred-table wake at a five-star hotel, but Huo Mian wasnât 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 fireplaceâ¦
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 âdingedâ.
She opened up to see a WeChat message from Jiang Xiaowei, âMian, Su Yuâs back.â