Chapter 192: Last Will and Testament

heir grandparents throughout the night, ignoring their parents. Shu Xiaonian loved his grandfather because although he was serious, he would play chess with him very seriously, treating him as a real...The on-duty doctor answered her call and explained:“That package is at the nurses' station. We need to show it to you first before we can confirm if it's for your mother >>> " 。But your mother snuck it away herself while we weren't looking. 。"The doctor was also helpless. Her mother is now a normal person, and the hospital can't keep watch over her like they would with other mental patients." 。"I gave your mother a sedative, she's calmed down now. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible." 。The doctor couldn't help but feel disgusted. This family had too many problems. 。Shutinglan ran all the way back to her hotel room. Zhuo Yu'an had just finished a brief meeting with Fu Shenyi and was about to leave the study to find her when he saw her barefoot, looking flustered as she rushed back. 。"What's wrong" he asked hurriedly. 。"Book a ticket back to Senzhou"

She didn't explain, but while talking she hurriedly packed her things. 。"What happened" Without hesitation, Zhuo Yu'an asked as he booked the fastest flight back to Senzhou. 。My mother isn't doing well mentally. 。She made up an excuse. 。When it comes to her dad, Wen Jian isn't sure what to say and doesn't want to elaborate. 。If her father and his father truly had such a connection, he should have found out long ago. Not only did he conceal it from her, but also from his own parents. 。For this, she had no doubt, it was in line with his style. He would automatically filter out all bad news for her, keeping her living in a naive environment like a vacuum. 。They arrived at Senzhou around 3 am and drove straight to the hospital. The on-duty doctor said her mother had been in a coma and they needed to wait until she woke up to conduct a thorough examination to see if her condition would relapse due to the stimulation. 。If there is no recurrence, it is recommended to be discharged from the hospital. The hospital environment is not conducive to her convalescence. 。The hospital doesn't want to take on this responsibility anymore. 。"There's more packages, I'm coming back for them, give me..." 。"

It's just a simple file bag. Shu Tinglan trembled as she took it." 。After his father passed away, his mother burned all of his belongings, leaving no ashes and no tombstone. 。Then they quickly left Qīng Níng's parents' home in Sēn Zhōu. 。There is nothing in this world that belongs to a father. 。Although Shu Tinglan hated him, she occasionally thought of him. With nowhere to put her occasional thoughts, 。Zhuo Yu'an didn't know about the package's existence and wanted to take it for her, but she held it tightly against her chest and refused. 。So he did not know that it was her father's heirloom. 。"Who sent the package" he asked the doctor coldly, suspecting it was from the Zhuo family. 。"Unclear, no sender. " 。The doctor said 。It was sent by an old friend of my mother's. 。"Shutinglan explained that she didn't know the contents of the遺書, and she didn't want to say more." 。The two sat side by side on a bench outside the ward, waiting for dawn. 。

"I'm sorry" 。Shouting Lan finally calmed down at this time, and her thoughts, which had been chaotic and overwhelming, gradually subsided. 。I felt sorry for Zhuo Yu'an. He had carefully arranged our honeymoon and wedding photos, but we didn't get to do any of it. We just rushed back to Senzhou with her. 。It's okay, there will be other opportunities. 。Mommy's health is the most important thing. 。"Zhuo Yu'an held her in his arms and comforted her." 。

I'm a little tired, I had climbed a mountain all day and then flew late at night. My mind was tense and I didn't sleep all night. Now leaning outside the ward, I feel some fatigue and fell asleep for a while.

After dawn, the attending physician came to work and gave her mother a thorough check-up. When her mother woke up, her mood wasn't overly excited, but she became dull and listless, with no light in her eyes. She was like a puppet, doing whatever the doctor told her to do, appearing utterly defeated. 。。And she, too, had no courage to open it. Facing her father's sudden death, they could only rely on hatred to alleviate the pain in their hearts. 。As if with hatred, she faced his death with a calmness she would never have known otherwise. She found it easy to accept because he deserved it. 。For so many years, she never thought about her father's good, only stubbornly hated him, that's why she didn't care about losing him. 。On the island, Wen Jian simply brought the other side's father in front of her. All those childhood memories, and her father's love for her, surged into her heart all at once. 。Now leaning against Zhuo Yu'an's arms, clutching her father's relic and will in her own embrace, her tears flowed uncontrollably. 。She shed silent tears, soaking through Zhuo Yu'an's clothes, but he didn't mind. He gently patted her back, comforting her. 。The attending physician said, "The current examination results show no recurrence, but the mood is unstable. It is recommended to continue hospitalization for observation. We will discharge when the condition returns to the previous state." 。After hearing the doctor's words, Shu Tinglan felt a little relieved. She wanted to stay and accompany her mother, but the doctor refused, saying that having relatives around could hinder the control of her condition. 。Shu Tinglan squatted beside her mother before leaving, "Be good and listen to the doctor. When you get better, I'll come pick you up home." 。"Shu Ma nodded, tears welled up again instantly, the mother and daughter hugged and cried, their hearts aching." 。On her way home, Shu Tinglan still held the file bag tightly. In fact, she knew deep down that her mother's illness had never truly been cured. Even a minor trigger could cause her emotions to be amplified infinitely; it was something her mother couldn't control herself. 。After returning home, she locked herself in the study. She thought the light was too bright, so she drew the curtains and only turned on the lamp on her desk. 。

The outer cover of the file bag read: "Transfer Zhang He, Listen to Lan." 。Zhang He is her mother's name. 。This bag was probably given to Wenlan by her father before he committed suicide, but Wenlan has kept it all this time without ever taking it out. 。Inside you'll find a father's diary and two letters, one to her mother and one to her. 。In the letter, he said, "Lanna, please forgive your father for leaving without saying goodbye. Father did something wrong and has no face to meet you; He said, "Lanna, you are Father's most beloved daughter. You are excellent, honest, kind, and the pride of your father's life." 。He said, "Lanlan, it's Dad who is sorry to you and Mom. If there's a next life, I hope we can be a family again. Dad will spend his whole life making up for you." 。At this point, Shu Tinglan's eyes were blurred with tears. Her nose was stuffy, and her heart felt constricted, as if she were suffocating. 。For so many years, the sudden passing of her father left her and her mother with nothing but a mess. Without a single word to explain, it was something she could never let go of. 。For so many years, she always wondered, did her father love Wen Jian more, or did he love her more Did he even have a bit of guilt These questions that had been circling in her mind suddenly got an answer. 。This belated confession and apology was her redemption with her mother. 。

There have been a lot of comments recently, so I won't be able to reply to each one individually. Thanks >>> 。Besides, Cheng Zhimin originally intended to turn a blind eye because of her son's domineering nature. However, Shu Tinglan's father, Shu Minghai's past, is something even normal families would find difficult to accept, let alone the Zhuo family. 。icated, so he kept delaying his trip back.Xiaocai is feeling a bit down about work this year. After all, it's the Chinese New Year and in previous years, even when Mr. Gu was busy, he would still give...