fake love

Chapter 70
"Compensation?" Ming Chengyou's voice was sarcasm, "He openly admits Ming Zheng's identity in this family, so can he predict that the person who has been hurt the most is really Ming Zheng?"

Li Yunling's well-trimmed eyebrows were always furrowed, Fu Ran sighed, "Chengyou, you don't have nothing, you still have the support of your mother and the Li family."

Li Yunling groaned, Fu Ran knew that she would only be stimulated if she saw it, so before she opened her eyes, Fu Ran left the room.

"Mom, are you awake?" Ming Chengyou moved closer to Li Yunling.

"Chengyou, why are you here?"

Ming Chengyou saw the trance in Li Yunling's eyes, and he remained silent.

"I just dreamed about your dad. He still doesn't know how to pay attention to his body. I dreamed that he had a heart attack again..."

Fu Ran closed the door, and suddenly heard bursts of crying from inside.

"I wish this was a dream, Chengyou, why is this happening?"

Fu Ran wiped away her tears with her hand, turned and left.

She said that this day is the darkest day in the Ming family.

The next day, a large number of reporters gathered outside Ming's house. Somehow the news got out. The news of Ming Yunfeng's death was on the headlines of major TV stations, including local newspapers.

The memorial service was held in the largest Lingshan cemetery in Ying'an City. Ming Yunfeng had bought a double grave for himself earlier, and he will be buried in this place next to mountains and rivers a hundred years later.

The scene was filled with wreaths, and the sound of mourning and music made the living feel even more distressed. Li Yunling wore a black dress and almost had to rely on Ming Chengyou's support to stand firm. Fu Ran and Ming Rong answered the gift beside him. , Group after group of people came from the army alone.

Fu Ran and Ming Chengyou helped Li Yunling to the side. Before they were seated, they saw Ming Zheng and Luo Wenying coming with a middle-aged woman on their left and right.She was dressed in a black suit, with a mournful and speechless expression, standing still in the front and back of the hall and weeping bitterly.

Li Yunling stretched out her arm, pointing at Ming Zheng and the woman with trembling fingers, her eyes that were as quiet as dead water burst out with deep hatred, "You, you -- what right does she have to come here?"

Mingzheng took off his sunglasses, and there were still a few people behind him. His clear eyes no longer held back, crushing the last gentleness, "She's my mother, why doesn't she have the right to stand here?"

"Ah—" The reporters waiting here in the crowd exclaimed. The identity of the young master of the Ming family has always been a mystery. Although it is rumored that he is an illegitimate child, it has not been confirmed after all.

"Boss, you! Today is your father's memorial service, do you want him to die in peace?" Li Yunling screamed, completely disregarding her image and identity.

Ming Zheng held the shoulder of the woman next to him, and patted his palms to show comfort, "You are the one who made him die with regret. My father admitted that the person he loved the most was my mother before he died..."

"No, you're talking nonsense!"

Although it is true, it is too cruel to say so openly.

Mingzheng raised his lips and wiped the arc. He looked at Fu Ran and didn't want to quarrel at this time. "Mom, let's go to burn incense."

"Don't go! Why do you offer incense to him? One is an illegitimate child and the other is a shameless mistress!" Li Yunling rushed over to stop her, but Ming Chengyou hugged her from behind first, "Mom, stop making trouble, Let Dad go away."

Li Yunling struggled in his arms, Mingzheng brought the woman to the altar, the woman was chanting something, Fu Ran saw her wipe away her tears, picked up the chrysanthemum next to it and put it in Ming Yunfeng's coffin superior.

There is no absolute fairness in this world, even if Ming Yunfeng admits that the person he loves the most is her until his death, they still can't love each other.

Looking back at Li Yunling, she became even more sad.

Ming Chengyou hugged Li Yunling tightly, and the reporters rushed to be the first, no one wanted to lose this rare headline.After Mingzheng handed the woman over to Luo Wenying, he explained a few words to her.

Luo Wenying nodded, "Mom, I'll take you back first."

"Get out, get out!" Li Yunling wished she could pounce on her.

Ming Zheng glanced coldly, his brows were filled with gloom, he walked to the opposite side, and accepted the greetings from friends and relatives.

Ming Chengyou took Li Yunling to the side, motioned to Fu Ran to give her a glass of water, he let Li Yunling sit on the chair, Ming Chengyou squatted down and held Li Yunling's hand tightly with both hands, "Mom, don't do this, you can't believe his one-sided words, dad can't Might say something like that."

Li Yunling was trembling all over, and the hand holding the cup was trembling. She freed one hand to grab Fu Ran's wrist, so strong that it drew red marks on her wrist, "Xiao Ran, you were in the room at that time, You really heard Yunfeng say that, didn't you, tell me?"

While speaking, tears welled up in his eyes.

How could Fu Ran have the heart to add fuel to the flames?

She knelt down and held Li Yunling's outstretched hand, "Mom, Dad never said that."

"Really?" Li Yunling expressed relief in her sadness.Fu Ran nodded vigorously, "Really, I was in the room at the time, and I remembered everything Dad said."

"I knew it, I knew it..."

After Fan Xian and Fu Songting replied, Fan Xian walked towards Fu Ran. She took Li Yunling's hand and said a few polite words, telling her to take care of her body and not be too sad. Then she pulled Fu Ran to the side.

"Xiaoran, don't be too tired. No one can predict the fate of people. If you think it's too heavy, you can go home and stay for a few days. I will have your room cleaned every day."

"Mom," Fu Ran didn't know whether she was too fragile at the moment or was really touched, she said softly, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

Walking out of the cemetery, the sky gradually darkened, and it was almost dusk.

Ming Chengyou and Fu Ran helped Li Yunling to the parking lot, followed by a large number of reporters, they just wanted to get out as soon as possible.

Before Ming Chengyou's hand touched the car door, the man who came with Mingzheng hurried forward, and held down Ming Chengyou's next movement with his palm.

His handsome eyes were cold, "What are you doing?"

"Third Young Master, I'm sorry, I'm Mr. Ming's lawyer. This car was purchased in the name of the company. According to the regulations, we have the right to take it back. Please hand over the car keys."

Not far away, Mingzheng was sitting in the extended car, looking at this side through the cracked brown glass.

Fu Ran showed surprise, he wanted to kill them all to such an extent?

(End of this chapter)