1908 Please, you must make him happy

Madam Murong's mouth was wide open and her face was filled with pain. She could no longer take in any oxygen. She said in a drowsy voice,"You ... You should love him ... And take ... Care ... Of ... Him ..."

Ji Mianmian's expression was solemn."Don't worry, I will. He's my husband, the only person I love. Of course, I'll love him and take care of him. I'll be with him forever."

Madam Murong's pained expression finally softened. Ji Mianmian's words were exactly what she wanted to hear.

That was the last person she cared about, the one she felt guilty about, but she could not make it up to him.

Ji Mianmian looked at the pained expression on Madam Murong's face. She watched as she stared at Murong Mian in her final moments. She knew that she hoped that he would be able to talk to her, but he did not go forward.

Ji Mianmian sighed silently in her heart. She called out one last time,""Mom," she said.

She wanted to hear this word from Murong Mian, but it was impossible. So, she might as well help him say it.

No matter what, they were still mother and son.

Moreover, this was her real mother-in-law, so she should also call her that.

If calling her 'mother' could make her leave in peace, it would be worth it.

Madam Murong's pupils slowly enlarged. The corners of her lips rose slightly, and her hand fell.

The heartbeat and pulse on the bedside instrument changed from waves to a straight line.

Madam Murong was dead!

The last thing that settled on her face was a smile. It was so light and gentle.

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Murong Mian looked at Madam Murong's peaceful face. She was so calm that there were no ripples in her heart. Madam Murong's life and death could no longer affect her.

Ji Mianmian felt a little sad. Madam Murong's life was not long, but she had gone through a lot. Half of her life was full of ups and downs. The Grudge between her and Murong Mian had been reduced to dust with her death.

Ji Mianmian sighed in her heart. She had never expected that they would end up in such a relationship.

In fact, she should have thought of this earlier. If it wasn't for this kind of relationship, how could Madam Murong trust and rely on him so much?

It was just that she must have hurt him badly at the beginning. In the end, she wanted to beg for his forgiveness, but he didn't want to care.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, everything was meaningless.

Ji Mianmian was worried that Murong Mian would be upset. She held his hand and looked up at his side profile.

He didn't move. His eyes seemed to be still staring at Madam Murong, who was already covered with a white cloth on the bed.

He was very calm. Madam Murong's death did not seem to have caused much of a stir to him.

Ji Mianmian held his hand tightly. Even though he looked cold-blooded, she was still his birth mother. How could she be so heartless?

If he was really cold, why would he come all the way here to help Madam Murong get the inheritance? why would he face Madam Jones alone without fear after she was kidnapped?

She said that she was going to help Madam Murong collect her corpse, but was that really the case? Perhaps only he himself knew.

Ji Mianmian stood by Murong Mian's side the entire time. She did not leave, nor did she say anything. She just stayed by her side quietly.

After a long while, Murong Mian turned to Ji Mianmian and said,""I have to prepare for the funeral again. I might be very busy later."

There was a smile on his face. His smile was clean, and there was no mist in his eyes. They were dark and deep, clear and bright, as if all the dust had been washed away.

Ji Mianmian held Murong Mian's hand tightly and could not help but call out,""Honey ..."