Chapter 393 - 393 Xiao Ming's Revival
393 Xiao Ming’s Revival
Qiao An’s eyes were filled with shock. Just as she was about to open her mouth to show concern for him, Huo Xiaoran gave her a meaningful look. Qiao An shut her mouth.
Just as Xiao Ming’s body was pushed in for cremation, Lu Qianqian suddenly appeared. “Xiao Ming,” she cried.
Huo Xiaoran said to Huo Zhou, “Stop her.”
Huo Zhou went forward and grabbed Lu Qianqian. “Qianqian, the dead can’t be revived. My condolences.”
“No, Xiao Ming won’t die.” Lu Qianqian shouted.
At the same time, the staff stopped what they were doing. Huo Xiaoran instructed them in a very low voice, “Do it. Otherwise, she’ll be sad.”
Just like that, the staff pushed the body into the furnace.
Lu Qianqian ran over and stared at the burning flames.
At this moment, the cries sounded again.
Xiao Yue fell into Qiao An’s arms again.
This was the first time in her life that Qiao An had attended a cremation. Whether it was the funeral farewell or witnessing the body entering the furnace, it was a heart-wrenching pain.
She felt the pain of her family dying and being separated from them. She patted Xiao Yue’s back gently. “Yueyue, don’t cry. If Brother Xiao Ming is in heaven, he definitely doesn’t want to become the source of your pain.”
When the ashes were out, Huo Xiaoran handed them to Lu Qianqian and said, “Xiao Ming told me a few days ago that if he had a healthy physique, he would like to see the good rivers and mountains of the motherland. Sister Qianqian, scatter the ashes into the sea. fulfill his last wish.”
Lu Qianqian’s face was pale as she questioned Huo Xiaoran, “Why did you cremate him in a hurry before I could say goodbye to his body? Why?”
Huo Xiaoran did not speak.
Huo Zhou comforted her. “Sister Qianqian, I made the decision. I really don’t want to see you guys in so much pain for Brother Xiao Ming, so I made this decision in a hurry. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”
Lu Qianqian nodded painfully. “What can I do now?”
Huo Xiaoran kept hiding his bloodstained shirt. Qiao An seemed to sense his uneasiness and simply bade farewell to Huo Zhou, Xiao Yue, and the others. “Brother Xiaoran and I still have to go back and take care of the children. We’ll leave first. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Huo Zhou said, “Go.”
Qiao An held Huo Xiaoran’s hand, covered his red shirt, and walked out heavily.
Their car stopped in the square at the entrance of the funeral parlor. Qiao An opened the car door for Huo Xiaoran and he got into the driver’s seat.
Qiao An whispered to him, “Brother Xiaoran, can you drive?”
Huo Xiaoran glanced at the back seat. “Yes.”
Qiao An followed his gaze. There was someone sitting in the back seat. His face was slightly pale and he could not hide his weakness. However, he smiled at her cleverly.
“An’an, we meet again.”
Qiao An was stunned.
Who else could it be but Xiao Ming?
“An’an, get in the car,” Huo Xiaoran said.
Qiao An quickly opened the front door and got in.
“What exactly is going on?” Qiao An was confused.
Xiao Ming explained, “It was your Brother Xiaoran who used a trick to allow me to escape and give me a new life.”
Qiao An was overjoyed.
She was extremely excited. She pointed at her swollen eyes and complained, “So you’re not dead. You made me sad for nothing.”
Xiao Ran smiled and said, “An’an, the more you cry, the more people will believe that Xiao Ming is really dead.”
Qiao An thought for a moment, then smiled through her tears. “So my tears are worth something.”
Xiao Ran patted Qiao An’s head gently. “Of course.”
Qiao An looked at Huo Xiaoran in admiration, her eyes flickering with little red hearts. Like Huo Xiaoran’s fangirl, she said in admiration, “Brother Xiaoran, you’re really amazing.”
Huo Xiaoran smiled and said, “Since you think Brother Xiaoran is so powerful, do you want to share all your secrets with me in the future? That way, I can help you better.”
Qiao An said, “You guessed all that, didn’t you?”
Huo Xiaoran said, “Although I guessed it, I still want to hear it from you. An’an, it’s very important to me that you trust me.”
Qiao An said, “Okay, I’ll tell you everything.”
Xiao Ming lay in the back seat and listened to them flirting. A sour feeling surged in his heart.
“Qiao An, Xiaoran, you must be happy.”
Qiao An and Huo Xiaoran looked back and saw Xiao Ming blinking with tears. “Help me and Qianqian be happy.”
Qiao An asked uneasily, “Brother Xiao Ming, do you have any plans?”
Xiao Ming smiled arrogantly. “Xiaoran saved me and gave me a second lease of life. This time, I just want to be willful and live for myself.”
Qiao An was very happy. “Brother Xiao Ming, go into hiding and live a peaceful life. I think Sister Qianqian must want you to be happy.”
Xiao Ming’s eyes lit up.
It was Qiao An’s wish for him to live an ordinary life. It was definitely not Qianqian’s wish.
Qianqian was dead. She had died heroically to protect the undercover officers on that list. How could she want him to be a coward?
And Xiao Ming was unwilling to live a peaceful but meaningless. He wanted to do it vigorously like Qianqian.
The car drove slowly along the streets of the capital.
Huo Xiaoran seemed to have deliberately slowed down so that Xiao Ming could take a good look at this beautiful capital.
In the end, the car drove into a pharmacy and Huo Xiaoran stopped.
Xiao Ming said softly to Qiao An, “An’an, goodbye.”
Qiao An jerked her head back, already realizing that the car door was gently closing.
When Huo Xiaoran drove away, Qiao An looked at the empty street with a disappointed expression.
“Brother Xiaoran, where did he go?” Qiao An asked.
Huo Xiaoran said, “He went where he should go.”
For some reason, Qiao An’s eyes stung and tears rolled down her face.
Huo Xiaoran’s heart ached as he listened to Qiao An’s low sobs.
Huo Xiaoran patted her back gently. “An’an, we still have Joey.”
Qiao An stopped sobbing, feeling again that she had a long way to go.
“Yeah.”
The car drove towards Heavenly Imperial Garden. Halfway there, they saw a familiar figure in a corner. He was holding a bottle in his hand and walking unsteadily down the street, drunk.
“You’re courting death.” Huo Xiaoran stepped on the brakes.
He pushed open the car door, walked up to the drunk, and swung him onto the sidewalk.
“Li Zecheng, do you want to die?” Huo Xiaoran scolded angrily.
Li Zecheng looked at Huo Xiaoran drunkenly. His remaining rationality made him suddenly hug his head and cry. “Uncle, I don’t have a home anymore.