Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 221: Everyone’s Final Journey

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Everyone’s Final Journey

Ye Mianmian’s condition had not been very good, but it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

She had stayed in her room the whole time, only leaving to use the bathroom.

Jhiang Yuan brought her food, and Fan Qing and Zhang Kaiyang would also make extra dishes.

On the third day, she came out on her own, while the others were worrying about how to go and comfort her.

"Mianmian..."

"Sister Yuan, it’s okay, these past few days have been tough for everyone."

As she spoke, she even tried to force a smile.

But her eyes were red and swollen, making it truly painful to watch.

"I’ve thought it over, let’s send Grandma to 1101, she would probably be happy to leave from her own home.

I will need everyone’s help today too..."

"What are you talking about, troublesome or not, we’re all family here, no need to be so polite..."

"Yes, Sister Mianmian, if you need anything in the future, just tell me.

If I can’t handle it, there’s still Kaiyang."

Fan Qing, fearful that she might be in pain, also came over to comfort her.

"Okay, thank you all..."

Grandma Ye was to be sent to 1101, and Ye Mianmian herself held her.

The old lady was naturally frail and not very heavy.

Qin Yue said that since the deceased had passed, their face shouldn’t be seen by others, which was a matter of custom.

Xiao Ling brought out a white scarf from her home to cover her face.

"This one is new, never used..."

Worried that Ye Mianmian might misunderstand, Xiao Ling even explained.

"Thank you!"

"It’s, it’s nothing..."

Now, everyone’s condition wasn’t particularly good, but it was already much better than the first day.

The past few days had left everyone pale and haggard.

Qin Yue followed along, with Jhiang Xingzhi staying home to look after Xiao Nuan.

Liang Kang brought Jingjing too, both of them coming over to help since they couldn’t leave their child at home all alone.

They were worried about bringing Xiao Nuan upstairs, even though they knew it wasn’t contagious.

But still, they remained extremely cautious.

The twentieth and twenty-first floors were stacked with a lot of firewood, and it was unrealistic to hold onto everything, considering Grandma Ye’s condition.

Jhiang Yuan also spoke to Ye Mianmian about it, and she agreed.

Besides firewood, they also needed to put down some gasoline, otherwise it would take too long.

Zhang Kaiyang, Song Yi, and Liang Kang laid a thick blanket on the ground.

They placed Grandma Ye on it, surrounding her with some firewood, which they couldn’t arrange too neatly.

There had to be some gaps, otherwise it would be difficult to ignite.

"Sister, these are the flowers mom and I folded..."

Jingjing quietly approached, showing Ye Mianmian what she held in her hands.

They were small white and yellow flowers, of various species, painstakingly done with care.

Suddenly, her tears began to fall.

Jingjing looked lost, turning her head to look at Xiao Ling.

"Thank you, little sister, thank you!"

The little girl, confused, was embraced by Xiao Ling.

The flowers were crafted by the child with what little means she had, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

Ye Mianmian shook her head; the delicate flowers were clearly made with care.

Moreover, making so many probably involved burning the midnight oil the past few days.

"Sister Xiao Ling, thank you, my grandma loved flowers the most, she would definitely like these."

Hearing her words, the little girl also cheered up and started to set them around with everyone.

All were placed around Grandma Ye, as her passing was significant to them.

But now, there wasn’t even a simple coffin...

This mother-daughter duo had given her as much dignity as they could manage.

Song Yi held the lighter and handed it to Jhiang Yuan. Jhiang Yuan sighed and passed it to Ye Mianmian.

Despite all the reluctance, there comes a time to say goodbye.

As the flames rose, Ye Mianmian could no longer control herself.

Tears streamed down her face, and she even wanted to step forward, but Jhiang Yuan and Fan Qing held her back.

Her crying was earth-shattering, the kind that rips the heart apart, truly making the listeners weep with grief.

With gasoline added, it burned quickly, and the windows were also cracked open a bit.

Eventually, Jhiang Yuan took out a tea caddy.

A white porcelain jar with yellow patterns on it.

It was hard to make out what it was, just winding and twisting patterns...

"Mianmian, there was nothing suitable at home, this one has a lid..."

Looking up, she met Jhiang Yuan’s complex expression, all she felt was gratitude.

"Thank you, Sister Yuan..."

Today, it seemed the word she said most was "thank you."

Nobody keeps an urn at home without reason.

With this, she could keep Grandma Ye close by, and she was very content.

Song Yi and a few other boys helped to secure it, which was their modest contribution.

After everything was done, the floor was stained dark, and the white floor tiles had changed color.

"Thank you all for helping..."

She even bowed at ninety degrees while saying this, prompting the other girls to quickly pull her back...

"Mianmian, don’t do this, you need to pull yourself together, Grandma would want you to be well."

"I will, Sister Yuan, don’t worry..."

Since there was nothing else to do, it was time to head back.

Ye Mianmian, holding the urn, walked at the front, passing by the twelfth floor.

Fan Yao stumbled out, looking not at all well.

"Qingqing, save me, give me some, some medicine please!"

She was indeed very weak, needing to lean against the wall to stand and catching her breath as she spoke.

Fan Qing looked at her with little reaction; they too had been put through enough.

"Sister Mianmian, you guys go up first!"

"Okay!"

Worried that Fan Yao might upset Ye Mianmian, she had her go upstairs first, accompanied by a few other girls.

With the boys and Fan Qing together, there wouldn’t be any problems.

The three men in apartment 1202 probably couldn’t look after themselves either.

They didn’t say much, just wanted Ye Mianmian to rest a bit.

"It’s okay, you’ve been busy all day, go back soon!"

She placed a desk at the head of the bed where Grandma Ye’s ashes fit just right.

Jhiang Yuan didn’t know how to comfort her, she just said some grand-sounding phrases about living well and looking forward.

Qin Yue, having been through this, sent everyone home, believing that being alone was the best for her at this time.

Just then, Song Yi and the others returned, meeting in the hallway.

"How are things over there?"

"Not good, worse than us.

I told her before, she mustn’t drink the snow water anymore, she didn’t listen, no wonder it’s serious."

Fan Qing complained a bit, though everyone wasn’t completely fine, at least there was nothing serious anymore.

"So now, what are you planning to do?"

"Sister Yuan, I’ve already said, her life or death isn’t my concern anymore, don’t bother..."

That was what she said, still she warned Fan Yao not to drink the snow water.

Whether or not they listened, that was no longer their concern.

"But still, said or unsaid, we need to prepare, let’s go dig up some ice to bring back.

We’ve been surviving on beverages these past few days, it definitely won’t work for long..."

"Yes, I want to go too..."