452: C452 Funeral

C452 Funeral

It turned out that there was such a sad and helpless secret behind Nimo's accidental death in order to save Hai Xiaomin.

Only then did Hai Xiaomin know that when she was tortured to death by the illness, there was actually a person who shared the same feeling with her by her side. He silently gave her support and constantly enlightened her.

Thinking back to those few days when they lived under the same roof, Hai Xiaomin covered her face and sobbed silently. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Nimo, I don't know..."

She should have noticed Nimo's condition earlier. If it was not for saving her, he would not have lost his life. Carrying a life on his shoulders, Hai Xiaomin felt that her shoulders were especially heavy.

At this time, a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Didn't I say that this was Nimo's choice? Don't feel bad about it. No one blames you." Jess pinched the woman's shoulder. He could clearly feel her thin shoulder.

It was this seemingly vulnerable woman who had suffered fatal blows for more than half a year.

Hai Xiaomin raised her head when she heard him. She looked at Jess in a daze. Her eyes were filled with tears. They were soft, yet exceptionally tough!

Seeing Hai Xiaomin like this, Jess's green eyes revealed a touch of gentleness. He could not help but say, "Don't lose hope in life. You deserve better!"

Although Hai Xiaomin was no longer Madam Ling, Jess's respect for her did not decrease by a bit. He even looked at Hai Xiaomin in front of him. He fiercely thought in his heart that kicking away such a good woman was a loss for someone. He deserved that person to be arrogant and conceited!

Even though Jess was sometimes evil and scary, in Hai Xiaomin's heart, he was always a very gentle person. He always warmed people's hearts at the right time.

In these two days, this was the first time Jess left the ice coffin.

At the end of the corridor, there was a vintage colored glass piece. There were two pots of green plants under it. Knowing that Hai Xiaomin and Jess might have something to say, Tang Xuan consciously used the excuse of going to rest to leave.

Hai Xiaomin sat in a wheelchair wrapped in thick clothing. She still felt a trace of coldness in the winter. Jess stood beside her. A few steps away, there were two bodyguards that Tang Xuan specially left behind.

Obviously, Tang Xuan did not forget that they were Ling Yao's men. He could not tolerate Ling Yao hurting Hai Xiaomin again!

"He did not send me here." Jess deliberately explained. At the same time, he cut off Hai Xiaomin's unnecessary thoughts.

Yes, even Jess could guess it. In her heart, she still had a trace of fantasy about Ling Yao. Sometimes, people were like this. Even if they knew it was not feasible, they would still find it hard to give it up.

"He's still alright." Knowing that she no longer had the right to ask about Ling Yao's situation, Jess took the initiative to tell her.

Hai Xiaomin:... "Thank you."

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Jess knew what happened to Hai Xiaomin, but he could not provide any help. Even his words of comfort sounded like he was standing and talking without feeling any pain in his waist.

He looked at her sideways. "What do you plan to do next?"

Ling Yao had amnesia and divorce. If Hai Xiaomin placed her hopes on the day Ling Yao recovered his memory, she was afraid that she would be too passive. Furthermore, he already knew that some people in the LY were plotting against her. Her current situation was not good.

Hai Xiaomin was clearer about her situation than Jess. She combed a strand of hair that was hanging down in front of her ear, revealing her fair and delicate face, and said in a calm voice. "After Nimo's funeral, I want to leave the United States."

The best medical treatment in the world was in the United States, where the LY's headquarters was located. Unfortunately, Hai Xiaomin could not avoid the LY now. With her current physical condition, she had to make plans for her baby and herself. She had to go overseas to seek medical support.

"You want to attend the funeral?" Nimo turned around and looked at her. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Compared to her leaving the the United States, her attending the funeral was obviously more important to him.

"Yes!" Hai Xiaomin nodded firmly.

However, the board of directors and Mr. Nazhi were working together to find her. They were afraid that the other party would not let go of the opportunity for her to appear. At such a moment, if she was smart, she should think of ways to hide herself instead of making herself the target of everyone!

Hai Xiaomin's pair of slender hands used her fingers to grab and wrinkle her clothes. Her eyes were burning. "I will not hide for the rest of my life. At least send Nimo away for the last time. I will not be absent. Whoever wants to cause trouble at the funeral will have to depend on whether they are brave enough or not!"

Looking at the strange fighting spirit that was burning on Hai Xiaomin's body, Jess's eyes revealed a trace of surprise. But soon, his eyes turned and the surprise turned into a gentle smile. "If you need help, just tell me."

Only by making himself stronger would he have the ability to face the unfair fate head on. It seemed like she was already comprehending it!2

After parting ways with Jess, Hai Xiaomin had just returned to her room when a thin figure pounced towards her and shouted crisply, "Sister Xiaomin!"

It was Lu Jing. She had not seen this little shota for many days and this little shota also missed her very much. In the days that Hai Xiaomin could not hold on, he had wanted to sneak out several times. Fortunately, Tang Xuan had a strict watch on her, which was why he did not let her succeed. Now that it was finally her turn, he felt relieved.

Hai Xiaomin suddenly remembered something. She told Lu Jing that she was about to leave the United States and asked him if he was willing to leave with her. She knew that this little guy was very clingy to her.

Hearing this, Lu Jing was stunned for a while. Finally, he shook his head with a face full of discomfort. "I'm sorry, sister Xiaomin. Jing cannot leave. Jing wants to stay and find Sister!"

Hai Xiaomin smiled lightly and pinched the little shota's face. "It's okay. Sister Xiaomin believes that your biological sister will also look for you everywhere in the United States. You will definitely be reunited very soon!"

"Really?" The little shota had a smile on his face.

Hai Xiaomin smiled and nodded. She also looked forward to Lu Jing finding that sister who looked similar to her as soon as possible.

Four days later, it was Sunday morning. It was rare for the weather to be good, and the sky was clear for thousands of miles.

The sun shone on the snow. It was white everywhere and the temperature was even lower. Hai Xiaomin could not withstand the cold, so she wore a slightly bloated coat. She wore a tightly wrapped black coat and a small white flower on her chest. She wore a black scarf and white gloves and a black gauze hat on her head, which reflected the theme of the funeral.

The group set off early in the morning.

A few days ago, Tang Xuan informed Tang Xuening to come back and also informed another big shot of Nimo's company, old She. After discussion, everyone decided Nimo's funeral procedure. They would be cremated according to the Christian ceremony before being buried.

During the cremation process, they would send Nimo to the grave. Then, they would bring the ashes to the grave.

Today, the grave was unusually lively. Other than them, there was also a wave of people holding a grand funeral. Many media outlets came to the scene to conduct a live broadcast of the funeral. The deceased was a famous political figure.

His relatives were rather curious. The number of media outlets that appeared at the scene was far more than they had expected. However, considering the influence and other factors, his relatives did not reject it. Instead, they were filled with gratitude towards these people.

The cemetery chosen for Nimo was not far from the politicians. The flow of people there had more or less affected their side, but the group of people did not care, especially Hai Xiaomin. Her heart was as clear as a mirror.

There was a group of people hidden in the cemetery, and they seemed to be attending the politicians' funeral. Their eyes, however, secretly glanced at Hai Xiaomin.

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