Ji Young Master showed his haughty face and rolled his eyes at her.
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They had played at the hot springs resort until after eight in the evening, only then heading towards the city.
Fenfen had gone crazy all day and fell asleep as soon as she was in the car.
Ji Anning was also very tired, but since there was so distance to the city, she was afraid that Ji Chicheng might feel drowsy and did not dare to speak.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng’s phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, it was Xiang Yiqing calling. Afraid of waking Fenfen, he quickly answered the phone and put on his Bluetooth headset.
Ji Anning did not know what Xiang Yiqing had said, just noticed Ji Chicheng’s complexion suddenly change, and he promptly pulled the car over to the roadside.
"What’s wrong?" Ji Anning anxiously asked him.
The call with Xiang Yiqing just ended like that. Ji Chicheng took off the Bluetooth headset, turned his head to look at Ji Anning. "The hospital in City C said they couldn’t reach you by phone."
His calm tone, serene expression, made Ji Anning even more nervous, "What...what happened?"
Anticipating that sothing bad must have occurred, she tightly grasped Fenfen’s small hand.
Ji Chicheng said, "Your father passed away."
His tone remained calm.
Ji Anning’s eyes welled up, her mouth agape. After a while, she gently nodded, "I understand."
All this ti, worried about not having money to pay for his dical expenses, now hearing the news of his passing, surprisingly, it did not stir a huge turmoil inside her.
Instead, she felt relieved.
For her, for her father himself, and for her mother, it was a kind of release.
She knew if her father had died because she hadn’t had the money to pay for his dical treatnt, she definitely wouldn’t feel this calm.
Definitely wouldn’t feel this much at peace.
Thus, so things, even if you know the outco is a failure, striving is worthwhile as it leaves no regrets.
The car went directly to City C; along the way, they picked up Ji Anning’s assistant, for soone needed to look after the arrangents for her father’s funeral and watch over Fenfen.
They rushed to the hospital. Her mother had already prepared everything, having dressed her father.
Her mother wasn’t as grief-stricken as Ji Anning had imagined; her eyes were red, but she was very calm, having taken care of everything needed crisply.
She just looked very weary.
She kept herself consistently busy, wanting to personally attend to everything.
Her father having lived in the hospital for years, there weren’t many of his belongings at ho, just so clothes he used to wear before his accident, which her mother had folded neatly and placed in a chest that ca with her as part of her dowry, bringing them to his wake to be burnt altogether.
There was also a stack of calligraphy her father had collected in his youth.
Placed next to the crystal coffin, she called out to the staff, "Be careful with these when you burn them. Don’t damage them; he cherished these things the most throughout his life."
After saying this, she rubbed her temples as if she had forgotten sothing, trying hard to rember.
Ji Anning had been paying attention to her, feeling that her state was a bit off. She quickly walked over, took her arm, and steadied her. "Mom, you should rest a bit."
"I’m not tired." Her mother shook her head, then continued trying to recall.
Ji Anning frowned, softly scolding, "You look completely exhausted, and still you say you’re not tired."
"I really am not tired." Her mother even smiled, then looked to Ji Chicheng who had been by Ji Anning’s side all along, and suddenly rembered to ask, "Isn’t this Uncle Jingfeng? Why is he here? Why isn’t Jingfeng here?"
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