My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 938 - 857: Rong Lan’s Younger Sister
Lin Xiaoxiao patted Hua Tiantian on the shoulder and pretended to be relaxed as she said, "I’ll accept your good intentions for visiting Qin Miaomiao on her behalf. As soon as she wakes up, I’ll be sure to let her know."
"Alright, I guess that’s all I can do."
Hua Tiantian felt a bit disappointed, thinking about how she made the effort to come only to not see Qin Miaomiao. But seeing Lu Qing with a gloomy face and looking in a foul mood, she thought it best to leave early. So she made a simple greeting to Lu Qing and, under Lin Xiaoxiao’s watchful eye, left with her assistant who was waiting at the door.
"Did you see President Qin?"
"No, she’s asleep. Let’s go back first."
After sending Hua Tiantian off, Lin Xiaoxiao was about to check on Qin Miaomiao when Lu Qing issued a gentle dismissal.
"You should head back early too."
"Are you talking about me? I’m not even tired..."
Lin Xiaoxiao said, noticing Lu Qing’s displeased look, she found an excuse to leave: "Now that you mention it, I do feel a bit tired. Mr. Lu, I’ll be on my way. Goodbye."
Lu Qing felt the surroundings quiet down, even his heartbeat slowed. His mood gradually sank to the bottom, and in the vacant living room, he pressed his hand against his forehead and suddenly began to cry quietly.
"That Lu Qing, changes moods faster than flipping a book. Only Qin Miaomiao could put up with him."
Lin Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, her expression unchanged. Curiously looking around, she found the surrounding lights surprisingly beautiful even as the sky darkened.
"Those two really know how to enjoy themselves, having such a vast beautiful view all to themselves."
Early the next morning, the sky was gloomy. Under Meng Yan’s supervision, Rong Lan’s ashes were placed inside. Watching the tombstone being erected, everyone’s expressions turned extremely somber.
Each person held a bouquet of chrysanthemums. When it was time to offer flowers, everyone fell silent. As bouquet after bouquet was laid down and people in front finished bowing, Qin Miaomiao finally accepted that Rong Lan had truly left this world. She held back her sorrow, becoming the last to offer flowers, and the process of three bows felt especially long.
"As Rong Lan’s friend, I hope everyone will always cherish his memory, his truth, his kindness, his smile, and the positive energy he brought us."
As Meng Yan finished, Qin Miaomiao couldn’t help but rest her head on Lu Qing’s shoulder, her eyes fixed on the photo on the tombstone. In the photo, Rong Lan appeared so vibrant and full of life, like a sunlit youth.
"Miao Miao, everyone else has left, let’s go back too."
Qin Miaomiao looked at Lu Qing, "Can I come to see him often from now on?"
Lu Qing nodded, "Of course you can."
Narrowing her eyes for one last glance at Rong Lan’s tombstone, Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing turned and left.
Not far away, a young girl in a white dress and wearing black sunglasses appeared behind them. It was only after everyone had left that she dared to approach Rong Lan’s tombstone. She removed her sunglasses, and upon seeing the photo on the tombstone, she burst into tears.
"Brother, I’m late..."
With the girl’s heartbroken sobs, she knelt heavily on the stone slab. Her hands repeatedly caressed the face in the photo, a look of hatred finally appearing on her lips: "I’ll avenge you, brother, don’t worry, I won’t let you die unavenged."
