Surely he won't turn into a vengeful ghost and follow him around every day just because he doesn't forgive him?
Moreover, burying him with his eyes open is bad for the feng shui of the Nie family.
Nie Zhao was stumped again at this moment, and he was also very angry that his father would cause him trouble even if it meant his death.
But it seems that as long as his wife is around, everything can be resolved, and she can handle everything.
Nie Rong has passed away; he has breathed his last. The electrocardiogram has been terminated.
Nie Zhao didn't dare to get close to him, still worried about superstition, but Chen Rou didn't have so many feudal superstitions.
She naturally reached out to help him close the lid, then covered his eyes with her hand.
After a silence of about three minutes, he raised his hand and explained to Nie Zhao, "It was just a minor issue, it's all taken care of."
Yes, she handled everything, and she did it so easily and effortlessly.
From being unable to break free from his father's grip on his hand to having his father keep an eye on him even after death, Yu Niezhao faced numerous challenges.
But his wife took care of everything with a wave of her hand. While Nie Zhao was still stunned and didn't know what to do, Chen Rou beckoned, and Uncle Ming led the funeral staff into the room and knelt on the ground.
Outside, Secretary An was informing the media that Nie Jiayu and Nie Jiajun were rushing back from the United States and Singapore.
Nie Han was stuck in traffic and still on the road when she received a message from Song Yuanchao telling her not to rush and to drive slowly.
The Nie family is facing a major funeral; the funeral arrangements are about to begin.
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The expression on Nie Zhao's face when he left the ward moved everyone present.
It was as if he had lost his parents. Oh no, actually he had lost his parents. Father is called "kao," and losing one's father is like losing one's parents.
Chen Rou was on one side, and Song Yuanchao was on the other. They helped him into the guest room outside.
The Celestial Master has arrived. There is a ceremony going on here, so Nie Zhao is not needed for the time being. He can rest for a while.
The room was dark, and Nie Zhao didn't turn on the lights after entering. Instead, he nestled into his wife's arms.
He had known there would be such a battle, but when he faced Nie Rong, it was war—an unexpected and difficult war.
The biological father who tormented him throughout his life finally left, and Nie Zhao felt as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.
He leaned on his wife's shoulder, hugged her tightly, and finally sobbed out.
He couldn't understand why people could be so selfish, demanding forgiveness even when they didn't love or hurt each other.
Nie Zhao was truly wronged, deeply wronged, and he could never let go of that grievance.
Nie Zhao finally cried, crying like a child.
But something's not right. Why did the light suddenly turn on? Did his wife turn it on? Why?
But that's not right either. Nie Zhao turned around on instinct and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
Because his son was actually in the house, holding a small McDull mask in his hand.
He was standing on tiptoe to reach the light that was on, and he's still standing on tiptoe right now.
How should I describe the expression on his face?
The little guy pursed his lips, frowned, and looked at his father, his eyes seeming to say: I saw it, I was surprised, but, it's okay, Dad, you can cry, it's alright, go ahead and cry, just pretend I don't exist.
That's probably what the little guy was thinking, because when he saw his dad looking at him, he tiptoed and, snap, turned off the light again.
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