"Moreover, her husband's health is very poor and he could die at any time. So, her son can't die. Otherwise, what will happen to the huge family fortune? So ... She asked someone to transplant her son's face into my face. "
As long as Murong Mian was alive, she would be the inheritor of the Murong family. However, if he died, and so did Murong Zhihong, then only Madam Murong would be left. Would she be able to keep such a huge fortune?
In other words, without her son, would her husband leave all his inheritance to her when he died?
Madam Murong was truly not an ordinary woman. In that kind of situation, her only son had died, yet she could still make this decision calmly. She was decisive and did not hesitate. It was something that ordinary people could not do.
Ji Mianmian reached out with a trembling hand and placed it on Murong Mian's face. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but her lips were stuck together, and she could not make a sound.
