Nie Zhao glanced back, and then Dean Wu and Director Liu silently went out and left.
So this is death. When it comes, even Nie Rong will finally see his true feelings.
In fact, Nie Zhao knew that his father didn't love him or his mother when he was about the same age as A Yuan.
But Nie Rong told the whole world how much he loved his wife and his youngest son.
People lamented Han Yuzhu's early death, and when they looked at Nie Zhao, they always felt sorry for his lack of ambition.
What Nie Zhao hated most was not his father's lack of love, but his hypocrisy.
He only pursued Han Yuzhu for money and for his career; the woman he truly loved was Mei Lu.
But he just wouldn't admit it, and even let Han Yuzhu die young, all to maintain his image as a devoted lover.
So, this long, hellish year of illness, the cruel tricks of fate, the suit that was just finished and waiting for him to wear next month, and the designer clothes that were ordered for him but will eventually be shelved, are all retribution.
He clearly realized it himself, and he shook his head, exhaling deeply: "It was just a dream."
Whether it was pursuing Han Yuzhu for the sake of her career, or the happiness she felt with Mei Lu, it was all just a fleeting dream.
Nie Rong really didn't care whether Nie Yao came or not, and he didn't need to give Nie Yao a second glance.
Because Nie Yao is inherently selfish like him, only caring about himself, he will also live a good life.
If there's anything Nie Rong can't let go of, it's actually Liang Lisheng.
He looked at Nie Zhao and said, "Your Uncle Liang is too tired."
Nie Zhao said, "I will arrange as little work for him as possible."
Nie Rong nodded, took a deep breath to gather his strength, and said, "Instead of helping him, we should help his children."
Liang Lisheng has three sons. The eldest is sick, the second is not very successful, and the youngest is involved in the arts and makes films, but he only knows how to spend money and not how to make it. Nie Zhao could help, but he didn't want to. However, he still said, "Okay."
If the Nie family had invested in the third son of the Liang family, even if Liang Lisheng retired, their lives would have been better.
That's Nie Rong for you. He's actually very thoughtful, and he considers every aspect of the people he loves.
The reason he always harbored malicious suspicions about Nie Zhao and failed to understand him was simply because he didn't love him.
Time ticked by, and for Nie Zhao, he wished he could kill time so that it would pass faster.
Even without love, blood ties, inheritance, kinship, and A Yuan who had just arrived and was standing at the door, Nie Zhao still needed to act like a filial son and properly send his father off. He had to do it, to show A Yuan.
Ah Yuan arrived, a tiny little boy standing at the door, blinking his big eyes as he looked into the house.
Nie Zhao turned around and said, "Come in, let your grandfather see you."
However, Nie Rong waved his hand and exhaled, saying, "No, don't let him inhale it."
A-Yuan was also curious and wanted to come in, but Secretary An grabbed the child.
Most people are unaware of this, but in fact, children should avoid inhaling the foul breath of a dying person.
Suddenly, Nie Rong raised one hand, which he was able to do with all his might.
Nie Zhao looked at it for a long time, then reached out his warm hand and grasped it. At this moment, Nie Rong's hand no longer had the warmth of a living person.
His cloudy, dull eyes glanced at Nie Zhao, and he finally said, "Forgive me."
Nie Zhao tried to pull his hand away for a moment, but his father held him tightly, even tighter than Battalion Commander Zhao's iron hand.
He wanted to escape, to escape immediately, to go as far away as possible, because his father, who was always going against him, had given him another difficult problem before he died. He actually wanted to forgive him, and he was still holding Nie Zhao's hand tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.
But why should he be forgiven just because he made so many mistakes, only to say he didn't love her on his deathbed?
At this moment, Nie Zhao felt as if he were seven years old again, being publicly accused of being the murderer by his father.
He struggled, but Nie Rong was incredibly strong and held him tightly.
He leaned back, but Nie Rong straightened his neck: "Ah Zhao, forgive me, forgive me!"
Who can save Nie Zhao? He turned around and even Secretary An was gone. What should he do?
Nie Zhao could keep watch over his father at night and see him off in his final moments, but he could not forgive him.
He was still struggling when Nie Rong said again, "Ah Zhao, Yuan, Yuan..."
But it seems that whenever it's a critical moment, Mrs. Nie always appears in time to save Mr. Nie's life.
It was Chen Rou. She bypassed Nie Zhao and sat down on the edge of the bed without saying a word.
She was on the phone and didn't know what they were talking about; she was only mentioning Nie Yao at the moment.
She took Nie Rong's cold hand and patted it, saying, "Second Master will arrive in two hours at most. You should rest first."
She had seen many people on their deathbeds, so she had experience. Although she didn't know why Nie Rong was holding Nie Zhao so tightly, she knew that if they didn't pry them open before he died, it would be very difficult to pry them open once he had passed away and his body was stiff.
She didn't have much of a mental burden, and with a firm squeeze, she pried Nie Rong's hand away: "You should rest for a while."
Nie Rong's hand was grasped by Chen Rou's warm, large hand, and Nie Zhao stepped back and stood up.
Nie Rong looked at his son, and his son looked at him, but they were like strangers to each other.
But Nie Rong already knew that his son would never forgive him until his death, and all Nie Zhao had was relief.
In that instant, his throat relaxed, Nie Rong exhaled in one breath, and the electrocardiogram became a straight line.
But Nie Zhao was still afraid, because although his father had passed away, he had not closed his eyes.
Those eyes, though devoid of light, were still open, and they were still looking at him.
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