Although he was dissatisfied, he understood what the old man was thinking.
In his heart, Grandpa still hoped that Mu Wanqing would stay in the Wen family and have someone to rely on.
He didn't care what method this woman used to convince his grandfather, but at this critical juncture, he wanted the old man to leave without worries and in peace.
Besides, in his heart, he didn't want a divorce.
"Grandpa, I was wrong...I will change it in the future. I have drawn a clear line with Kejun and will never associate with her again. The children are still too young to leave their mother. I will try my best to be nice to Qingqing and strive for Her forgiveness." After thinking briefly, Wen Zhan immediately made a solemn statement, "We - will not divorce."
Hearing this, Mu Wanqing was shocked and couldn't believe it.
The old man was also a little surprised.
He looked at his grandson steadily. His increasingly weak physical strength prevented him from asking many questions. He just stared at... with his old eyes that were gradually losing their energy...
Wen Zhan squeezed his grandfather's hand again and reassured: "I am serious. Qingqing is very good, a good wife, and a good mother. I have no reason not to cherish her. I used to be stubborn, but now I have figured it out. "
"Okay... okay..." Grandpa became excited, but he really couldn't speak.
He could only turn his eyes with difficulty and look at the girl kneeling beside the hospital bed, tears slowly falling from the corners of his eyes.
These are tears of relief, tears of having no regrets in this life, tears of happiness for Mu Wanqing.
"Qing... Qing..." His throat trembled, his lips could no longer move, and he could only utter broken syllables.
"Grandpa, I'm here!" Mu Wanqing straightened up and held the old man's hand with Wen Zhan.
Knowing what the old man was going to say, she wiped her tears with her other hand and quickly promised: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will take care of myself. And Wen Zhan... He has indeed changed a lot recently. Don't worry, we will take care of myself." Good..."
The old man moved his mouth in relief, but said nothing. His eyes gradually became empty, until the end of his life, he slowly closed his eyes.
"Grandpa..." Mu Wanqing burst into tears and fell beside the bed crying.
Wen Zhan held back tears, but still couldn't suppress the pain of collapse.
Unable to help himself, he squatted down and put his arms around the woman's shoulders.
Mu Wanqing was heartbroken and her mind was in a daze due to the extreme grief. After being hugged by the man, she had no sense of resistance and grabbed his clothes and cried in his arms.
Wen Zhan held her in his arms. At this time, the two of them felt sympathy for each other, warming each other and healing each other.
For a moment, the man's heart was filled with the idea of protecting her for the rest of his life.
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The death of Mr. Wen had a great impact on Chongcheng.
The honor of "Anti-Japanese War Veteran" alone is enough to make people admire him greatly.
What's more, the Wen family has such a prominent family status.
Therefore, the funeral was particularly grand and grand.
Wen Zhan was so busy that he had no skills to spare.
Although the Wen family has a large family, not everything needs to be done by him personally, but as the helm of the Wenyuan Group and the successor of the younger generation of the Wen family, many things require him to express his opinions and make decisions.
Coupled with a lot of things at the company, he couldn't go home until late at night every day.
Mu Wanqing had been immersed in grief these past few days, feeling depressed, and having to take care of her children at night and not sleeping well, she felt very haggard.
The confinement sister-in-law felt sorry for her, so she took the two children away and did not sleep with her, thinking to let her have a good rest.
Who knew it would be self-defeating instead.
Without the baby by her side, Mu Wanqing slept more peacefully and forgot to get up to empty her milk. As a result, her milk blocked up and caused mastitis.
Although the confinement sister-in-law immediately gave her hot compress and massage as soon as she found out, the effect was very little.
In the evening, she developed a fever.
She wanted to call Wen Zhan at home. She thought that Wen Zhan was too busy these days and didn't want him to worry about this, so she didn't let him call her.
At eleven o'clock in the night, Wen Zhan came back and saw the servants still busy in the kitchen, so he asked curiously.
Only then did he know that Mu Wanqing was sick.
"Sick? What's going on? Have you gone to see a doctor?" His face darkened, and he pulled off the tie around his neck. Before he finished speaking, he was already walking towards the stairs in three or two steps.
As soon as we arrived at the door of the guest bedroom, the confinement sister-in-law came out of it.
"What's going on? You need to go to the hospital when you're sick. Why are you trying to fight at home?" Wen Zhan's tone was tight, sounding like a scolding.
Aunt Zhou looked a little embarrassed and coughed before saying: "The fever started in the evening. I scrubbed my wife and used alcohol to physically cool her down. The fever has subsided by now, but it's just..."
Wen Zhan pushed the door open and asked at the same time: "What is it?"
"Oh... I'm a breastfeeding mother. Mastitis is quite normal. It's caused by blocked milk. Just wait until it can be unclogged." Aunt Zhou guessed that the male master didn't understand. She was afraid that he would get angry in a hurry, so she quickly explained. Down.
Mu Wanqing's fever had gone away and she was feeling drowsy as she was about to take a nap. When she heard Wen Zhan's voice, she opened her eyes again.
The two of them haven't seen each other much these days, and their relationship can't be said to be tense or relaxed.
Grandpa's funeral is coming soon, and how many people are paying attention. Even if they maintain a peaceful appearance, they still have to show off.
"You're back..." Mu Wanqing greeted softly.
Wen Zhan looked at her moist eyes, unusually red cheeks, and fine beads of sweat on her forehead. He frowned, walked to the bed and sat down, "Do you feel bad? I'll take you to the hospital."
He reached out to hug the woman, but was rejected.
"No, Aunt Zhou helped me toss for a long time, and the fever has gone down." But my chest is still uncomfortable and painful.
Wen Zhan frowned and put his hand to the woman's forehead.
The sweat soaked in it took away the heat from the body surface, and it was indeed no longer burning to the touch.
Aunt Zhou is very discerning. When she saw the two of them acting like this, she immediately said, "Madam, you need to take a shower and change into dry clothes. These sheets are also covered in sweat, so you need to change them."
Before the two of them could react, she directed Wen Zhan: "Third Young Master, please take your wife back to the master bedroom. The quilt is all wet and it's impossible to sleep on it."
Mu Wanqing's cheeks, which had just lost their heat, immediately started to burn again.
Just when she was about to say no, she could get out of bed and walk by herself, she saw that Wen Zhan had already stood up, looked at her and said, "Let me carry you over."
"No, I'm fine, you can..." Before he could finish his words, the man bent down, lifted the quilt, put his arm around her shoulders, and put his other hand through the hollow of her knees.
The moment her body was in the air, her heart started to fly.
In order to prevent herself from falling, she could only quickly wrap her arms around the man's neck. The distance between the two of them was instantly shortened. When she looked straight, she could clearly see his angular jawline.
He lost weight.
In just a few days, I have obviously lost weight, and the dark shadows under my eyes are so obvious. It seems that I haven't had enough rest in the past few days.
It wasn't that far from the guest bedroom to the master bedroom, but with the two of them together in this position, the time seemed particularly difficult.
Mu Wanqing could only quickly find a topic to break the embarrassment: "Um...has Grandpa's funeral been decided?"
"Well, it's decided, next Monday at the city funeral home."
