His voice was a little sudden, even a little scary, and it was cold, colder than the night. He stood at the door, took a step forward, and saw a bright room, but behind it was endless darkness.
His whole body seemed to be cold, but the eyes he looked at Ji Mianmian had some uncooled warmth.
Ji Mianmian and Madam Murong were stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted, stood up quickly, and ran towards Murong Mian like a bird.
Before she could reach him, he held out his hand to her.
Ji Mianmian put her paw on it and asked with a smile: "Are you done?"
After Murong Zhihong's death, everyone inside and outside the family was weighing on Murong Mian. They all said that death is a big deal, not to mention that for a person like Murong Zhihong who was quite famous in the local area, the funeral should not be casual.
There was an endless stream of people coming to express condolences at his home every day. Sometimes, Ji Mianmian could only see him at night.
Murong Mian smiled: "Well, I'm done."
He squeezed her palm gently: "I found you were not in the room, so I came down to look for you. You disobeyed me."
Ji Mianmian's two big eyes flashed and she smiled at him.
Murong Mian reached out and tapped the tip of her nose, raised his head and said to Madam Murong, whose face was still shining with tears, "Madam, you should also go to bed early."
Mrs. Murong felt that there were countless words in her throat, but she didn't know how to say them out at this moment: "Randy, I..."
Murong Mian sighed: "Life cannot be resurrected. The dead are gone. The living should look forward. Just like what Mr. Murong said in the letter he left for you, the pain may be with you for a long time, but life is... We still have to continue, people always have to live for themselves, all hopes are given to themselves, not others, don’t you think so?”
Ji Mianmian was puzzled and looked up at Murong Mian's perfect profile.
Hope is given by yourself, not others.
Why, I always feel that this statement means something else.
She bit her lip. These words seemed really profound and she couldn't understand them.
Mrs. Murong's body trembled, "Randy..."
She looked at Murong Mian, her eyes pleading and her voice pitiful.
Murong Mian smiled: "Don't worry, Mianmian and I will help you handle everything. We won't leave until you are fully capable of taking control of the Murong family. It's getting late now, Madam, go to bed early. There will be more in the next few days." Busy, you can’t hold on like this.”
Ji Mianmian nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, madam, you have to have a good rest, otherwise how can you survive."
Murong Mian held Ji Mianmian's hand tightly and nodded to Madam Murong: "We are going back first."
He held Ji Mianmian's hand and said, no longer looking at Madam Murong's sad eyes behind him.
As soon as she walked out of the mourning hall, Ji Mianmian shivered and said, "Thankfully you came. If you hadn't come, I don't know what I would have done."
Murong Mian put her hand into his pocket: "Really? What's wrong?"
Ji Mianmian leaned against him and said, "She said let us stay and give us everything."
Murong Mian put his arm around her shoulders: "Do you want it?"
Ji Mianmian touched her chin: "Of course, when I think of so much money, I am still a little excited. After all, this is a big pie, but... I also think about my parents and Sister Qingsi Xingren in China. They, I feel, I want to go back more, besides, I am not the kind of person who can be a wealthy lady, don’t you think so?”
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