Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

The room was deathly quiet. It wasn't until Lan Hongyan cried "Mom" that everyone realized that Lan's mother had already returned to the west.

"Mom, don't leave me! I don't want you to leave. You haven't seen me get married yet...Why are you so cruel..."

Lan Hongyan knelt beside the bed, crying and heartbroken.

Her mother, who had given birth to her for 30 years, truly passed away at that moment.

Will never come back again...

"Uuuu...Mom, my daughter is unfilial..."

Lan Hongyan cried so hard that his eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts, and he was sobbing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Bai Heran held her in his arms, comforting her with gentle words over and over again, promising that he would care for her, love her, and stay with her for the rest of his life, just like Lan Mu did.

Lan Qichen lowered his head and bit his lower lip with his teeth, holding back the grief in his heart. There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth.

The all-powerful and aloof CEO who was strategizing in the shopping mall couldn't help but have red eyes at this moment.

Who said that a man doesn't flick his tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point of sadness.

After Lan's mother left, the Lan family began to hold funerals. The magnificent old house was wrapped in white paper and seemed lifeless.

Everyone felt very sad, their eyes were red, and their sad words were choked in their throats.

Lan Qichen was in a very bad condition. He looked haggard as if he hadn't slept for days and nights. His hair was disheveled and there were black spots on the stubble around his lips. He looked a little unkempt.

Bai Ning did not leave the old house, but chose to stay with Lan's mother to take care of the funeral affairs. He had been busy and shouldered the responsibility of his children.

Many people from the business district came to the funeral. Although Bai Ning couldn't recognize them all, he greeted them politely.

She wore a long black dress, and her cold white skin contrasted with the jet black.

Her long hair was simply tied into a low ponytail, with a few strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead. She didn't wear any jewelry on her neck and wrists, so she was very simple and elegant.

Because he hadn't rested for too long, he almost lost his footing and fell. Fortunately, Lan Hongyan caught him in time.

"You've worked hard these past two days. Just leave the rest to us. Go upstairs and take a nap first. Don't be exhausted."

Lan Hongyan said with concern: "I'll have someone bring you some red dates and white fungus soup later. Remember to drink it. I see you're quite haggard."

Although the person who died was someone who had no blood relationship with her, she was willing to work tirelessly to take care of his funeral. This alone was enough to prove that Bai Ning was a good girl with a kind heart.

Lan Hongyan saw this and couldn't help but secretly scolded his younger brother for being ignorant. He actually let down such a good girl, and he deserved to regret it.

"No need to bother," Bai Ning shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and cheered up: "I'm fine. I can just go back and take a nap after the funeral."

The dark circles under her eyes were so heavy that they couldn't be covered by even two layers of powder.

Lan Hongyan advised: "Be obedient and go back to rest first. Don't be brave. I and Heran are still here."

There were many guests who came to see Lan Mu off, and it seemed that the funeral would not end until dark.

Bai Ning has a thin body, which makes people feel affectionate just by looking at her. Besides, she also suffers from mild hypoglycemia and can easily faint if she stands for a long time.

"Sister, don't worry about me, it's really not a problem."

However, Bai Ning insisted on staying, no matter how Lan Hongyan tried to persuade him, it was of no use.

Lan Qichen sat in front of the soul in despair, drinking wine and talking to Lan's mother's urn, as if her mother was still alive.

"Stop drinking."

Lan Hongyan's voice sounded above his head. Lan Qichen raised his head, looked at her with blank eyes, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Has everyone left?"