C445 You Killed Your Son with Your Own Hands!
C445 You Killed Your Son with Your Own Hands!
Who knew that the man who just opened his eyes was even faster than her and suddenly grabbed her wrist.
He was very strong. In that instant, she felt as if her wrist was about to break.
He still did not let go. His gaze was fixed on her, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for many days. "What did you say? What happened to Xiao?"
Beiming Mo held back the pain and looked directly into Beiming Kun's eyes. "His surgery failed and he died."
Beiming Kun's expression froze for a moment, then he shook his head. "Impossible!"
Beiming Mo directly handed over the photo of the death notice sent by the hospital.
Beiming Kun let go of her this time and took the phone.
After a moment, he suddenly smashed the phone on the ground. "How did Xiao die? "Doctor Yong! A quack!"
"Hehe, aren't you the one who killed him?" Beiming Mo did not pick up her phone. She looked at the man in front of her. "If you did not kill Soong Yuncheng, if you did not put a bomb on Gong Mochen..."
Beiming Kun had heard what Beiming Mo said just now. At this moment, he heard Beiming Mo repeat it again. The expression on his face froze, and his face turned pale.
There was a moment of silence in the room. Then, doctors and nurses rushed over and looked at the person who suddenly woke up in shock.
"Mr. Darknorth, we have come to examine your body -"
Before the doctor could finish speaking, he was suddenly stopped by Beiming Kun's angry shout. "Get lost!"
The doctor looked at each other and hesitated. "You need to check again..."
"I said get lost! Otherwise, I'll just beat him to death!" Beiming Kun's words immediately made all the doctors and nurses leave.
Beiming Mo looked at him with a cold smile. She thought that this man was going to go crazy, but she saw him suddenly lean against the bed dejectedly.
The room was exceptionally quiet. After a long time, the eyes of this ruthless man who had dominated the business for half his life suddenly turned red.
He turned his head and looked at Beiming Mo. "So, Xiao is really dead?"
Beiming Mo nodded.
Only then did he seem to have finally received the news, as tears flashed in his eyes.
He muttered, "You are right, he was killed by me."
Beiming Mo was stunned.
Beiming Kun said again, "I always hoped that he could come back with Ah Shen to help me. He likes acting. I think this is nonsense, so I deliberately made him not popular. I thought that he should have given up when he was 30 years old! "
Beiming Mo looked at him in shock and anger. Although she had guessed it previously, the moment she found out the truth, she still felt very angry!
She still remembered the light in Beiming Xiao's eyes when he told her about his dream.
Every sincere dream was worthy of respect. Beiming Xiao had been in the industry for ten years, but he still did not forget his initial heart. However, his original smooth journey had been cut off by his own father!
"I sent someone to cause trouble on the set on purpose. I originally thought that he would return to me after suffering some minor injuries and not being able to be the male lead. I never thought..." Beiming Kun suddenly choked when he said this.
Beiming Mo's eyes widened. "So, you were the one who caused Mr Xiao's accident?"
Beiming Kun was speechless.
Beiming Mo's tears burst out. "Hehe, you killed your son with your own hands. Three times!"
Beiming Kun's body shook a little and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You killed Yiren's family. What's wrong with her? What's wrong with her parents? The one who has a grudge with you is the Rong Family. They have changed their names. It has nothing to do with the original Rong Family. " But you still won't let them go! " Beiming Mo's chest heaved up and down." What about the Gong Family? Gong Lingye's brothers, they don't even know about the grudges between you two. They were also innocent and died in vain!"
"What did they do wrong? What right do you have to harm them?" Beiming Mo wiped the tears off her face. "Now, it's karma for the innocent Mr Xiao!"
Beiming Kun coughed violently. In an instant, he seemed to have aged ten years.
Outside, the doctors and nurses were about to come, but they were scared by the gun he suddenly took out. They all stood at the door and did not dare to move.
He looked at Beiming Mo and only after a long time did he finally catch his breath. "Where is Xiao?"
"He has already cremated." Beiming Mo said, "He asked me to scatter his ashes at the place he wanted to go the most! And you made his dream become his last wish in the end!"
Beiming Kun smiled, but his smile was uglier than crying.
"Hahaha, he's dead. My son!" Beiming Kun murmured, "When he was young, he was fair and clean. He was like a porcelain doll, and everyone who saw him. They all wanted to hug him. Ah Shen was naturally calm, but Ah Xiao was very lively. "His mouth is very sweet, the neighbors all like him..."
"When he was young, he didn't study very well, and he always makes people worry about him more than his brother. But, I actually always liked him very much... "
"I know. Actually, he is also very motivated and wants my praise. But after so many years, I have never praised him!"
Beiming Kun suddenly could not continue speaking.
He kept spitting out blood from his mouth. His life kept flowing out of his body. He clearly felt that he was at the end of the road.
"Momo, take me there. I want to say something to him." Beiming Kun said.
Beiming Mo looked at the man in front of her. All of a sudden, the anger in her heart disappeared, leaving only endless sorrow and regret. "I will bring him here."
After saying that, she turned around and carried the porcelain bottle over.
Beiming Kun's hands trembled, but in the end, he retracted them. "I'm afraid I'll break it... Didn't he say that he wanted to go there the most? Hold on tight, don't spill it out."
After saying that, he looked at the viridescent flower porcelain bottle. In a trance, he seemed to see Beiming Xiao, who was still a child.
At that time, Beiming Xiao was still very close to him. Every time he saw him, he would happily throw himself into his arms and shout, "Father! Father!"
"Ah Xiao, father has let you down! Daddy was wrong! " If there was a next life, I definitely wouldn't... " He held the 'person' in front of him, tears flowing down his face, and then, forever, he froze at this moment.
Beiming Mo stood in the room and was unable to calm her breathing for a long time.
Regarding the matter of Patriarch Beiming's death, although Beiming Mo thought of ways to suppress it, in the end, she was unable to suppress it.
Hence, after several families in J Country called one after another, she simply let Wang Chao arrange a very grand funeral for Beiming Kun.
As for Beiming Xiao, she knew that he did not want to be disturbed. Therefore, she didn't even give him a gravestone.
On the day of the funeral, almost all the upper-class nobles from J Nation arrived.
Xuanyuan Che stood in the middle and saw Beiming Mo's red eyes. He really wanted to walk over and talk to her.
It was only when Beiming Mo started to greet the guests that he finally had the chance to stand in front of her.