Shen Nian suffered from insomnia, and a scene always appeared in her mind. Her thin and lonely figure stood in the white mourning hall. With all her enthusiasm and expectation, she was waiting for the two figures in pairs.
Opening her eyes, she looked out the window at the faint light, and the sparks in the distance reminded her that it was late at night.
Suddenly, she became a murderer.
There was no wave in her heart, no expectations, no thoughts, and she was like a walking zombie.
The silent night was broken by the sound of rapid footsteps.
The door opened, and the guard's voice immediately echoed in his ears: "Someone wants to see you, please clean up."
Shen Nian seemed not to hear.
The man urged:
"It's not up to you this time. If you don't want to go, you have to go."
The female guard reached out and grabbed her, pulled her up from the bed, put some clothes on her, and said to herself:
"I've reached the age of eight, and I'll leave you alone."
The female guard dressed her and pulled her out of the small room.
After pulling for a few steps, Shen Nian was gradually forced to keep up, and the female guard let go. As she walked, she turned back and said:
"Mrs. Fu wants to see you for the last time. If we delay, you may not be able to get out in this life."
"Mrs. Fu is sick?"
Shen Nian's hoarse voice seemed to have been rubbed by stones, piercing the thin air.
The female guard paused:
"If you say it's not possible, hurry up."
Old Mrs. Fu is the only person in the world who has shown Shen Nian tenderness. She has not seen the old lady for a long time.
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Shen Nian put on his clothes, passed the guard's body, and ran to the front.
Outside the detention center, there was a Bentley parked, a car specially reserved for the old lady. Next to the car stood the old lady's personal servant. When the servant saw Shen Nian coming out, he looked anxious:
"Young madam, the old lady is dying. She said she wanted to see you one last time."
The servant opened the back seat and Shen Nian climbed in without hesitation. Following her were two people from the detention center.
The car drove all the way east and soon arrived at the Fu family's old residence.
In the old house, the fire was bright. Bai Lan was dressed in black, with her hair tied up high, like a snow lotus on the mountain. Qiao An'an was wearing ivory pajamas, her hair was tied up, and her face was bright red. She must have just rushed. Came here.
She snuggled tightly next to Fu Hanye.
Fu Hanye was only wearing a black shirt and black trousers. Maybe he arrived in a hurry and didn't even have time to tie his tie. The collar was wide open. Not to mention his disheveled clothes, he seemed to be in a bad mood.
Excessive indulgence.
Shen Nian ignored the words that came to his mind.
At this time, she had no time to pay attention to the emotional entanglement between the three of them, and quickly averted her eyes.
Under the leadership of the servant, she quickly went upstairs.
Bai Lan stood at the top of the stairs, staring at Shen Nian's figure walking upstairs, and asked Fu Hanye:
"Who picked her out?"
If someone hadn't said hello, it would have been harder for Shen Nian to come out than to reach the sky.
The only answer she received was the silent air.
In the master bedroom, the old lady's hair was scattered around her temples, and she was lying quietly on the bed. She hadn't seen her for more than half a month. The old lady's face was no longer as rosy as before, and she was so thin that even her cheekbones were exposed.
There seem to be more white hairs on the temples than before, and the smell of vicissitudes is deep.
Shen Nian stared at the old lady blankly, her eyes gradually becoming moist. She walked over, sat down by the bed, and gently held the old lady's skinny hands.
"grandmother."
The sound of 'grandma' seemed to be squeezed out of the throat.
The old lady's fingertips finally moved.
Perhaps realizing that someone was coming, she slowly opened her eyes with cloudy eyes. When she saw that it was Shen Nian, a bright light leaked from her eyes:
"Nian Nian."
The old lady was speechless and made a breathy sound.
Shen Nian held her hand tightly, her throat tightened, and it was difficult to say another word.
"Nian Nian."
The old lady shouted again, and the tears fell like pearls from the corners of her wrinkled eyes.
The trembling lips opened and closed, closed and opened again, and it took a long time to spit out:
"Don't blame Han Ye, maybe, I was... wrong."
The tears fell more fiercely.
The old lady frowned, looking uncomfortable.
Shen Nian stood up and wanted to rush out to call someone, but the old lady held her hand tightly and shook her head at her:
"useless."
Her life has come to an end, the oil has run out and the lamp has dried up.
The doctor had already been called away by Bai Lan.
The old lady stared at the girl in front of her. Her skin was unusually white and she was extremely beautiful. If she hadn't selfishly matched her up with her eldest grandson, she might have lived a happy life.
The old lady blames herself.
"tell me……"
The old lady's eyes slid down from Shen Nian's beautiful skin and landed on her flat belly.
Shen Nian knew what she meant.
She murmured softly: "If I said it was the child of the Fu family, would you believe it?"
A happy smile finally appeared on the old lady's lips. She nodded slightly. She believed it. She believed it. How could the girl she liked not believe it?
"Forgive...forgive...the cold...night."
The old lady finished speaking with her last breath, and her hand slowly dropped from Shen Nian's palm.
Shen Nian desperately grabbed the hand that slipped away, holding on desperately, like a person drowning in the sea, trying to grab the last straw.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and kept wiping them, but she couldn't wipe them away.
Bai Lan is here.
She stood in front of Shen Nian with no trace of sadness on her face. After a while, she walked around to the head of the bed and closed the old lady's open eyes:
"Mom, have a good trip."
The old lady went.
Shen Nian stood there, motionless, like a soul without thinking.
Bai Lan's cold voice pierced her eardrums like nails:
"Chen Nian, you are just a broom star. As soon as you came, the old lady passed away. The Fu family cannot tolerate evil stars. Butler, let her leave."
After the old lady left, Fu's mother, who had served the old lady for many years, said to Shen Nian with tears in her eyes:
"Young Madam, go back."
Shen Nian still didn't move.
After a while, she slowly knelt down and begged quietly:
"Let me take grandma on her last journey, okay?"
Bai Lan lowered his eyes and squinted at the woman kneeling in front of him, his voice was quite ruthless:
"Why? Who are you to her?"
Yes, who is she from the old lady?
To the Fu family, she was just an irrelevant outsider.
When Fu Hanye came in, he immediately saw Shen Nian kneeling on the ground. His expression was as stern as Bai Lan's, and he ordered Chao Chao behind him: "Assistant Wang, send Ms. Shen back to the detention center."
Ms. Shen?
The unfamiliar name is like a knife, stabbing at Chi Chi's heart.
Neither mother nor son wanted to see her, so she could only get up slowly and follow Wang Chao out of the master bedroom with difficulty.
She walked very slowly, as if she wanted to take away her last attachment. She stood at the top of the stairs and met Qiao An'an who was coming up. Qiao An'an had already dressed up, wearing a black skirt and a black windbreaker. , with a white flower pinned to her temples.
She looked like a hostess.
Qiao Anan looked at her with a cold and mocking gaze:
"Chen Nian, I heard that you have signed and signed, but your body is..."
Qiao An'an's eyes turned around her twice and returned to her beautiful facial features. The first time Qiao An'an saw this face, she was so jealous that she panicked.
"Can you bear it? The sentence will be handed down in two days. I asked someone about it, and the lawyer said it will be at least four years."
The smile on Qiao Anan's face was somewhat proud:
"I'm afraid your child will be born in prison, but it's fate. You can name him Qi Jing."
Shen Nian didn't answer. She knew deep down that there was no point in arguing. Seeing her standing there like a ghost, Qiao Anan glanced at her coldly and muttered: "It's really bad luck."
After brushing her body, Qiao Anan went into the master bedroom.
Shen Nian's gaze withdrew and accidentally met Wang Chao's.
When things got to this point, Dynasty didn't know what to say.
The two walked out of the living room and out of the eaves.
Chen Nian's difficult voice finally sounded in the silence:
"Assistant Wang, I want to send the old lady on her last journey."
Wang Chao glanced upstairs with a troubled expression:
"Sister Shen, I can't speak. During this period, Mr. Fu has a bad temper."
Chao Chao did not dare to tell Shen Nian that Mr. Fu not only had a bad temper, but also stayed in Qiao An'an's Blue Bay Villa every day and never returned to No. 8 Mansion.
Chao Chao wanted to say something else, but he swallowed it before he spoke. His eyes subconsciously looked towards the door.
Shen Nian followed his gaze and looked over. The familiar and tall figure seemed to be coming towards them from the gate.
The man's steps stopped in front of Shen Nian.
The cold air rising from the tip of his nose made Wang Chao consciously step back.
Fu Hanye's black and piercing eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone, stared at the silent woman in front of him:
"Dynasty, why are you still standing there? Let her go."
Wang Chao glanced at the two people in the detention center not far away, hesitating and confused.
Fu Hanye saw that Wang Chao was motionless and his voice was as cold as a Shura knife.
"You can't shout anymore, can you?"
Shen Nian breathed out:
"After seeing grandma off for the last time, I will leave and never appear in front of you again."
Fu Hanye retracted his gaze and turned to go in. Shen Nian rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve, his voice full of begging:
"OK?"
Afraid that the man would disagree, Shen Nian continued to speak quietly:
"You didn't send the divorce agreement. At least for now, you and I are still husband and wife in name only. I'm still the young lady of the Fu family, your wife Fu Hanye. It's only natural that I see grandma on her last journey."
Shen Nian was so humble because he didn't want to leave any regrets.
After her father's autopsy, she fainted and slept for three days. When she woke up, her father was dead.
Mrs. Fu is the only person who treats her sincerely.
The warm palm fell on her hand, and the fingertips touched the back of her snow-white hand, caressing gently. The man's lowered eyes covered the sharpness and pain in his eyes. Gradually, he peeled away and grabbed her The white and tender hand on the sleeve.
The voice is deep and mournful:
"Shen Nian, what qualifications do you have to send her to an old man's home?"
