525 The Secret About the Past 143 (1/2)

”Which cafe did you meet the man at?”

Fang Xiaotian reported the address of the cafe, after which Jin Qingyan instructed Fan Shixin to head there to collect the footage from the surveillance cameras in and outside the cafe.

”Mr. Jin, I know I've made an unforgivable mistake, but I didn't wish for this to happen either. I didn't know that I would be indirectly causing Madam's death by doing that. Please don't kill me, I'm the only son my parents have. My mother is still plagued with a severe illness and is currently hospitalized. She'll die without me.”

Clenching his fists tightly while glaring at Fang Xiaotian, Jin Qingyan said, ”I will foot your mother's medical bills and take care of your parents' financial needs. However, you must die.”

Fang Xiaotian had never expected him to say that. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he should have begged Jin Qingyan to save his mother from the start. Perhaps then, Jin Qingyan would have been magnanimous and agreed to his request. Yet, he had dug his own grave.

He did not wish to die at such a young age.

”I'm only in my twenties, I don't want to die yet. Please spare my life, Mr. Jin, I'm begging you!” the petrified Fang Xiaotian begged, bursting into tears.

Jin Qingyan held An Xiaoning's hand and turned around to leave.

He did not answer him at all.

The sky began to brighten gradually. There was a bunch of reporters camping outside the mansion after receiving the news of Mrs. Jin's death the day before.

News regarding the Jin family was worth much more than that of top celebrities in the entertainment industry.

Mrs. Jin's coffin was transported to a graveyard on the mountains at about ten o'clock in the morning.

There were several staff members tending to the graveyard where many famous individuals and celebrities were buried.

The tombstone for Mrs. Jin was initially already bought and reserved by someone else. Moreover, it would usually take at least a few days to purchase a tomb.

However, it was a non-issue that could be settled with money, just like many other problems in this world.

Dressed in black from head to toe, they stood before the grave in an orderly manner.

During the burial, everyone burst into tears, with Jin Qingyue bawling the most loudly while Jin Qingyan was tearing uncontrollably in silence.

So did the five-year-old Jin Yiheng, who had only met his grandmother a few times. Although he was not close to her at all, he could not help but tear up upon the sight of his grief-stricken family.

Mrs. Jin was not cremated because both Jin Qingyan and his sister knew that she had feared fire the most.

The crying continued as the soil piled up and only stopped when the tombstone was installed.

Jin Qingyan and An Xiaoning were surrounded by a swarm of reporters the moment they came down from the mountains, before they could even get into their car.

”Mr. Jin, please make some comments.”

”Mr. Jin, why is Madam buried so soon when her death was only announced yesterday?”

”Mr. Jin, why isn't Madam's coffin buried in the Jin family's ancestral ground? Why did you choose to bury her here instead?”

”Mr. Jin…”

Although Jin Qingyan was not in the mood to accept any interviews, he decided to still answer the questions he was bombarded with, lest the reporters make any speculations and fabricate stories.

”My mother passed away very suddenly, and we decided to adhere to her wishes of not holding a funeral. That's why we buried her today. As for why she wasn't buried in the ancestral graveyard, it's solely because our family rule strictly states that only the masters of the Jin family are allowed to buried there. Since my parents have already gotten a divorce a long time ago, I decided to bury her here instead. I won't be answering any other questions, thank you.”

He pushed the cameras, which the reporters were shoving into their faces, away to the side and held onto An Xiaoning's hand while escaping from the crowd. They hurriedly got into the car and drove away from the burial ground.

Fan Shixin followed suit while carrying Jin Yiheng in his arms.