"It's so ugly."
Di Junlan sat down beside her, without mentioning the matter, saying, "I'm over sixty years old, I'll definitely look ugly with wrinkles."
Murong Jin chuckled lightly, "It's alright, I'm not going to die now, so stop crying."
Di Junlan's eyes were red. "Am I really useless? I'm so old, and I still like to cry in front of you."
"No, you're still so cute."
The people standing outside said, "It's alright now."
"What about Mother's health?"
Murong Cheng frowned: "Let nature take its course."
It would be a lie to say I wasn't sad, but I couldn't show it; he was the pillar of the family.
Looking at his younger brother, who was on the verge of tears, and his wife and children...
Adults need to learn to face reality, especially birth, aging, illness, and death.
...
At the age of 73, Murong Jin looked at the person in her arms, Di Junlan, whose face was pale, and said, "Sister, I think I'm not going to make it."
Murong Jin kissed him on the lips, "It's okay, I'll come find you in the next life."
The two people had smiles on their faces, showing no fear of death whatsoever.
"I think it's because my sister said she was coming to find me in my past life that we met in this life."
Murong Jin chuckled, "That's right, you were a crybaby in your past life too."
"Really? Then I'll only cry in front of you."
Murong Jin: "Mm."
I said goodbye to both sets of parents, and then to my beloved.
Murong Jin's eyes were full of tenderness as she looked at the person lying in her arms.
The people in the distance were crying their eyes out.
Emperor Junlan of the Di family died. On the day of his burial, it rained for three days in the capital. The former head of the Murong family sat in his wheelchair and stared at the tombstone for hours without moving.
"Let's go back."
Murong Cheng pushed her wheelchair. "Okay."
As she left the cemetery, sunlight shone on her, and Murong Jin smiled.
...
"I might be dying soon."
When Di Junlan left, he felt empty inside, and now it was his turn.
Amu, with his white hair, stood to the side and said, "Young Master."
"We're counting on you, Microcard."
Amu's child has already been groomed by Linglan to become the new head of the family.
Lying in the hospital bed, looking at the ring on her hand that she had never taken off.
For decades, he had never seen Murong Jin.
If only I could see her before I die.
Amu stood by, tears streaming down his face. The moment he heard the door open, he saw the white-haired old woman in the wheelchair and recognized her immediately.
The moment Linglan's hand was grasped, he saw the person he had been longing for.
"Ah Jin."
"Sorry I'm late."
A tear rolled down Linglan's cheek. In her final moments, she heard her say, "Next time, I won't let you suffer like this."
Actually, I like you too.
His last wish was fulfilled.
After his hand fell limply to his side, Amu secretly shed tears.
Murong Cheng looked at the person on the hospital bed and recognized him at a glance. He knew why there was a photo album of him in his father's study...
Because they all deeply loved their mother.
But the mother had her own principles...
Murong Jin was in the cemetery, looking at the grave with two photos on it.
That's right.
She brought Linglan with her.
Di Nanning didn't understand, "Why bury two rivals together?"
Murong Cheng: "..." How would he know?
At the age of 75, Murong Jin sat in a wheelchair, watching the passersby, especially a woman.
"Grandpa, are you alright?"
"It's alright, could you please pick up my reading glasses for me?"
"Okay." The moment Ling Qiao'er picked up the reading glasses and made eye contact with the old man, she felt that he looked somewhat familiar.
However, she needs to go for an interview now, and there's no time left.
The moment Murong Jin put on her reading glasses, she watched the departing figure.
haven't seen you for a long time.
In the same month, Murong Jin passed away.
The three were buried together.
"Brother, I really want to cry."
"Go ahead and cry."
Why don't you cry?
“My mother said she liked it when my father cried in front of her; when others cried, it was a sign of weakness…”
Di Nanning wiped away his tears: "Mother is so hypocritical! I'm not weak, and I don't want to cry..."
Then: "Waaaaah... I can't hold it in!"
They're both over fifty... Oh well, let it be.
Ling Qiao'er returned home and, upon seeing the email confirming her employment, jumped for joy!
Then I searched for that book.
She returned, still in the same state she had been in a coma for a short time, and received a job interview invitation the very next day...
"Ahhh, Jin is my god!!! I found a job!"
The next day, Ling Qiao'er went to Murong Group and reported for duty. Only then did she discover that her job and salary were both preferential! High benefits!
Even a regular employee earns 20,000 a month! And that doesn't even include benefits and bonuses...
After working for a few days, I overheard some people gossiping.
"It's a pity, the old boss has passed away."
"I still remember the video of my grandfather being punished by the old boss. I have to say, Murong Jin is really handsome!"
Ling Qiao'er's eyes widened in surprise. "Murong Jin? Who's that?"
"Hey, you're new here, right? Murong Jin is the previous head of the family, the eldest daughter of the Murong family. When their wedding was broadcast live, my grandfather passed down the inheritance to me. I took one look and thought that from now on, I would only look for a man as handsome as Murong Jin, and the same goes for women!"
Ling Qiao'er looked at her, and then the woman showed the video to her and her girlfriends.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
