My Little Sweet Wife-Chapter 735 - Untitled

Chapter 735 - Untitled

The people waiting outside the observation room saw the two of them walk out together and quickly surrounded them. But before they could ask, they heard Qin Gengxin say to Mrs. Qin, "Mom, let grandmother go inside."

Mrs. Qin was stunned. "But your grandmother."

"Meili." Suddenly, an indifferent and aged voice came from behind.

When Mrs. Qin turned around, it was the Old Woman who had walked over. Mrs. Qin opened her mouth but was unable to say anything. After a long while, she finally said, "Mom."

Xian Zihao looked at the Old Woman in front of him and gave a faint smile. "Thank you."

The Old Woman glanced at him but didn't say anything. Qin Gengxin whispered, "Grandmother …"

"There's no need to say anything, I understand." The Old Woman said indifferently as she walked into the observation room.

Old Man Xian laid there; the oxygen mask on his face had already been removed. It was so quiet in the ward and he seemed to have nearly disappeared.

The Old Woman came inside and looked at him for a moment, then closed the door behind her.

She stood by the sickbed and looked at him coldly.

Old Man Xian's eyelids twitched as if he could sense who the person next to him was. He moved his fingers and opened his eyes with all his might, looking at an Old Woman. He was unable to see her appearance clearly.

He looked at her and moved his mouth slowly. "Sit."

"Seeing that you were going to die, I came to see you." The Old Woman pulled up a chair and slowly sat down on it. Her voice was also languid.

She wasn't sure if Old Man Xian heard her or not, but even though her demeanor was still cold, at least she was willing to enter the ward for the last time to see him.

Although she didn't say it, Old Man Xian understood it in his heart.

He understood what kind of feelings this woman had towards him. It didn't matter if she loved him or hated him, in the end, he was going to finish his journey.

Old Man Xian looked at her face and smiled. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, wanting to grab her hand. The Old Woman did not give her hand but just looked at him indifferently, "What do you want to tell me? There isn't much time left."

The look of anticipation on the Old Man's face turned into desolation. His face was full of fatigue and it was also full of paleness.

"I just... I want to see you …" He looked at her, his voice was low and his words growing fainter and fainter, but the Old Woman could still hear him because he was speaking so slowly.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Xian Tingfeng, I have already seen it. My hatred towards you will slowly disappear with your death, so you don't have to worry if I will continue to resent you after your death. I don't think it's necessary."

"Xing Jia, back then …" Old Man Xian no longer looked at her. He quietly looked up at the ceiling and said softly in a blank voice, "When he committed suicide in prison, he left two suicide letters."

The calm expression on the Old Woman's face was soon replaced by doubt. She looked at him and asked, "What letters?"

"A letter was left for you. What you saw afterward was only his simple last wishes and hatred towards me."

Old Man Xian replied with closed eyes. "I didn't plan to go when I heard the news that he had committed suicide. I just wanted to ask someone to deal with him. Buried him or whatever. I don't have time to care about him."

"But … I was told by one of the prison guards that he had left a package for me before he died, and I was curious, so I took the time to look at it. "

"In that bag, I saw the letters he wrote to you that couldn't be mailed out, and I also saw the shoes he wore on his feet. You had the ability to ask someone to bring your shoes in, but he didn't have the ability to get someone to bring the letters to you."

"Xian Tingfeng, he is indeed not as capable as you, but so what? At the very least, he will be able to face his own wife and children."

"He's sorry about everyone." Old Man Xian did not deliberately interrupt her. After all, it was impossible for him to be loud now. He merely spoke calmly. The Old Woman's voice suddenly stopped.

"What are you trying to say?" The Old Woman remembered the red in Old Man Xian's eyes when he burned her husband's body. She also remembered when he looked at her from afar, he told people to stop her, and he didn't let her get near.

Old Man Xian slowly closed his eyes, as if he was very, very tired.

Seeing that he did not say anything, the Old Woman immediately stood up and lowered her head to look at him. "Xian Tingfeng?"

The Old Man's breath was weak and he was clearly tired.

His lips moved again before he managed to open his mouth, "Actually, I shouldn't have told you. At the very least, you would have felt that there was a beauty inside the man who once protected you in this world. If you knew this beauty was fake, you would be very sad."

"What's fake?" The Old Man was getting more and more confused by his words. "Say it clearly. Open your eyes and look at me. Say it clearly, Xian Tingfeng!"

Seeing that he did not move, the Old Woman patted his face, shaking him, "Don't say such things half-heartedly, what exactly is fake? Say it!"

Seeing the Old Woman shaking Old Man Xian like this, Xian Zihao, who was outside the door, frowned. Jiang Ruolan, who was at the side, couldn't watch anymore and wanted to go inside and stopped her, but Xian Zihao stopped her.

"Zihao!"

"Grandpa said that no matter what Qin Gengxin's grandmother does to him, we are not allowed to go inside." Xian Zihao said lightly, "Wait a moment, wait a little longer."

"What are we waiting for? There are many machines attached to his body and if he was shaking like this -"

"Ruolan, this is the Old Man's own wish." Xian Yijun interrupted her.

Jiang Ruolan bit her lips and frowned, not saying another word.

Inside the ward, the Old Man couldn't open his eyes anymore. He could barely hold the Old Woman's sleeve with his hand. "Back then, the letter he left for me said.."

"When the Wan Family proposed to your Xing Family, he liked you. He sent people to spy on you and also monitored me from outside the little courtyard. He knew a lot about you and me, and when I wasn't able to bring you away, he started his plan …"

"The news of you and me together, as well as the news of you being pregnant, were spread out by him. Then, when you were the most isolated and helpless, he righteously stood out to protect you, marry you. Xing Jia, how could someone else know about our matter? Have you never thought about it?"

The Old Woman's gaze turned stiff as she stared at him.

"I have indeed destroyed you, but he destroyed all three of us at the same time."

"When I saw his will, which was written as his pride before he committed suicide, gloating over the fact that we would never be together again, and that even if he died, he would watch us hating each other from underground; I wanted nothing more than to whip his corpse … Just burn him, it's already considered my patience. "

"Xing Jia, I was the one who has let you down, don't hate me anymore, and live your remaining days well. Be happy and forget about your unhappy past." Old Man Xian slightly opened his eyes, his blurry vision filled with a deep sense of nostalgia. "I was luckier than you guys and met Jian's mother. Even if she died early, her understanding and tolerance towards me made me regret not appreciating her too much."

"It's time for me to go find her …" Old Man Xian's hand gently let go of her sleeve.

The Old Woman stared at him blankly. After staring for a long time, she finally reached out her trembling hand to hold his arm. "Xian Tingfeng…"

"Xian Tingfeng?" His body was still warm, but his eyes were closed, and his head turned to the side. His motionless state made her heart turn cold. She called out loudly. "Xian Tingfeng!"

However, a long 'beep' sound suddenly came from the machine in the ward, causing the Old Woman to collapse onto the chair by the bed.

"Grandfather!" Xian Guiying walked out of the resting room. As soon as she arrived at the observation room, she heard a loud voice. With a pale face, she pushed through the crowd and ran inside.

Xian Zihao slowly closed his eyes as he looked at the horizontal lines on the Heart Surveillance Monitor. Jiang Ruolan cried and leaned into his arms.

Everyone was silent for a moment.