She desperately tried to pull the door handle, hoping to escape and get her phone to call for help.
She could call emergency services, and someone would come to save her.
But soon, Tang Yiyi's last sliver of hope was shattered by reality.
The operating room door was locked.
She tried to unlock it, but no matter how much she twisted, it wouldn't budge.
Tang Yiyi collapsed by the door, weeping in despair.
"Open the door!"
"Help!"
"Someone save me... sob..."
...
Her usual dramatics were of no use now.
"Tang Xiaomin!"
"It must be that demon Tang Xiaomin. She must have locked the door."
Ah...
"Why! Why are you doing this to me!"
"Why! Why must I die!"
"Why?"
...
With every sob, a warm gush of blood would well up from her wound.
Before long, she collapsed in a pool of her own blood, her consciousness fading uncontrollably.
Time ticked by, minute by minute.
Her life was counting down.
In this tragic moment, there was no one by her side.
...
On the way back, Tang Xiaomin watched the scenery blur past outside the window.
Reflecting on all the things she had done on her journey.
She wasn't a good person.
"Yan Jue, tell me, am I a really bad person?"
Yan Jue flicked the ash from his cigarette and shook his head.
"How could you be? They were all bad people. You dealt with the bad guys, so to most people, you're a hero."
Come to think of it, that made sense.
She wouldn't be a hero for others, or for anyone else.
She would only be her own hero, for herself.
...
The next day.
The grand funeral for Xianfu Group, long postponed, was finally held amidst a chorus of doubts.
The honored deceased was Jian Meng, a young and talented celebrity from Modu, who had passed away prematurely.
Jian Meng was born into a musical family and grew up immersed in music.
She debuted at eighteen, and her first album was an instant bestseller, catapulting her to stardom.
At the age of twenty, Jian Meng held eight sold-out concerts at the "Black Swan" stadium in the heart of Modu.
Alas, she passed away tragically at the young age of twenty-nine.
After obtaining consent from Jian Meng's family, Xianfu Group gratuitously organized a grand funeral for her.
On that day, all the flowers in Modu were bought out by Xianfu Group.
Due to the special nature of its business, Xianfu Group was usually a place no one wanted to visit.
However, following the long-brewing controversy, this public funeral attracted a continuous stream of attendees.
The spacious grounds of Xianfu Group were filled with a sea of people.
Xianfu Group's motto was: Safeguarding the last dignity of life.
Everyone wanted to see if Xianfu Group's funerals were truly as impressive as rumored, prompting many influential tycoons to book their own funeral services at high prices in advance.
To elevate the funeral industry to such a level was truly unprecedented.
The funeral held today also bore a poetic name: Blooming like summer flowers, serene as autumn leaves.
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin, already dressed for the occasion, gazed quietly at the surging crowds outside the window.
"Miss Tang, we can begin."
"Mmm."
Dressed in black, Tang Xiaomin's normally loose hair was meticulously braided into a pigtail.
Under the watchful eyes of numerous cameras, she entered a serenely decorated room.
Jian Meng's family members watched on.
In this setting, Tang Xiaomin meticulously prepared Jian Meng's body.
Everything went smoothly, except for a healed scar on the back of Jian Meng's left hand.
It was incredibly conspicuous.
No matter how much concealer she used, it couldn't be completely hidden.
Normally, Tang Xiaomin was rather careless.
But when it came to the bodies she handled, she strived for perfection.
Tang Xiaomin picked up her brush and painted a shore flower of the underworld on the back of Jian Meng's hand to cover the scar.
With the final stroke, the transformation was complete.
The once cold corpse was now revitalized.
Jian Meng, a talented woman with an ethereal aura.
She now lay there like a sleeping beauty, peacefully serene.
Jian Meng's funeral was held in a semi-open-air funeral hall.
The hall was surrounded by a profusion of flowers.
Many guests attended the funeral, proceeding in an orderly fashion to bid Jian Meng a final farewell.
Seeing Jian Meng in such peaceful repose, the attendees found some solace.
She looked so tranquil that one might mistake her for merely sleeping, were it not for the knowledge of her death.
Due to the special nature of this funeral, in addition to Jian Meng's friends and family, many people came out of curiosity.
Among them were numerous prominent figures.
Ye Fengxing, dressed in black, appeared unexpectedly at Jian Meng's funeral.
Like everyone else, he paid his last respects to Jian Meng according to the procedure.
Ye Fengxing had been following the funeral, though he had never met Jian Meng.
He simply wished to experience the allure of a Xianfu Group funeral.
Indeed, it was impressively organized, with a deeper purpose, upholding the dignity of the deceased and offering immense comfort to the living.
As expected of these unusual beings, their ideas were unlike those of ordinary people.
From this funeral, Ye Fengxing realized that it would likely be impossible to hinder Xianfu Group's development in the future.
Ye Fengxing, flanked by a group of bodyguards, departed from Xianfu Group.
The grand funeral continued from morning until evening.
Jian Meng was finally cremated and interred in a place with auspicious feng shui.
The flowers spontaneously laid by her fans formed a large circle, nearly engulfing the tomb.
The funeral was broadcast live, drawing a massive online audience.
The following morning.
Lu Xing called Tang Xiaomin in a frantic hurry.
"Miss Tang, please come to the company immediately. Something has happened!"
"Understood."
Upon hearing the urgency, Tang Xiaomin immediately got out of bed and rushed to the company.
"Xiaomin, your shoes! You haven't put on your shoes. You're being so careless."
Zhou Xiaolan complained verbally but was already heading to find Tang Xiaomin's shoes.
"Thanks, Mom. I'm leaving now."
Tang Xiaomin grabbed a sandwich from the table, eating as she walked.
By the time she arrived at the company, she had finished it.
In the office, Lu Xing was beaming, unable to contain his joy.
"Miss Tang, we received several hundred million in deposits for funeral bookings overnight! Once those people die, we'll be rich!"
...
Tang Xiaomin frowned slightly. Sudan Novel Network
"Stay calm, keep a low profile."
"Will do!"
Lu Xing's smile was practically overflowing.
Tang Xiaomin thought to herself that if those clients knew that the company was eagerly anticipating their demise, it would surely cause a huge uproar.
In this day and age, one could eat anything, but one must choose their words carefully.
Being happy internally was enough; one shouldn't let their emotions show and attract displeasure or even hostility from others.