Chapter 31 He personally sent his baby on the death flight
Hospital.
Zhao Yang pushed open the door of the intensive care unit.
White walls, white sheets, white quilts, and the figure sitting by the window with his back to the door, seemed to be swallowed up by the white.
That figure was Feng Mingzhou.
He had never seen him like this before.
The man who was once full of vigor and power and dominated the business world now seemed to have his backbone removed, and was so decadent that it was shocking.
Zhao Yang's gaze, trembling, moved to Feng Mingzhou's hair.
In just one night, the once thick black hair turned gray, like dry grass covered with frost and snow in winter.
The legendary hair turning white overnight actually happened.
Zhao Yang's throat was choked and he couldn't utter a word of comfort.
He slowly approached. Feng Mingzhou was still sitting there, motionless, like a sculpture.
His eyes were staring blankly out the window, his features unfocused and unfocused.
Outside the window, the pale sunlight shines on his gray hair, making him look even more desolate.
Zhao Yang walked up to him and called softly, "Ming Zhou."
Feng Mingzhou's body trembled slightly, as if he was awakened from a deep sleep.
He slowly turned his head, and his eyes, which were once sharp and deep, were now bloodshot, filled with fatigue and despair.
His eye sockets were sunken, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his chin was covered with stubble, and he seemed to have aged by ten years.
Zhao Yang wanted to say something to comfort him and persuade him, but he found that all the words seemed pale and powerless.
In the face of such great grief, any comfort is like scratching an itch and is meaningless.
Zhao Yang could only stand beside him in silence.
Feng Mingzhou turned his gaze to the window again, his eyes empty and confused.
"It was me who personally sent her onto the death flight."
His voice was filled with endless regret and self-blame.
"If, if I hadn't promised her, if I had insisted on keeping her by my side, she wouldn't..."
Feng Mingzhou's voice choked and he could no longer speak.
His eyes were red and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, slowly sliding down his pale cheeks.
Men don't shed tears easily, but they do when they are sad.
Feng Mingzhou's tears poured out like a flood that broke through a dam.
Memories came flooding in like a tide, flooding Feng Mingzhou's heart.
He saw Gu Manman again, saw her bright smile, heard her clear laughter, and felt her warm embrace.
"Mingzhou, let's go out for a walk tomorrow, okay?"
At that time, he thought that she had finally figured it out and was finally willing to come back to him.
He thought they could start over and return to the good old days.
"Anywhere is fine, as long as... I can be with you."
"Thank you, Mingzhou."
She threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and buried her face in his chest.
"Manman, Manman..."
Feng Mingzhou closed his eyes in pain, tears rolling down like beads from a broken string.
His heart was filled with endless regret and despair, as if he was being bitten by a poisonous snake and was in excruciating pain.
He would rather use his life to get back her smile and their past.
But it was too late.
Everything is irreversible.
He lost her forever, lost his baby forever.
He personally sent his baby onto the death flight.
Lost forever, forever.
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The door of the western suburbs villa slowly slid open.
The black sedan drove in silently and stopped in front of the main building.
The car door opened and Feng Mingzhou walked out of the car.
He was wearing a well-ironed black suit and his figure was still tall and straight, but his glaring gray hair looked particularly shocking in the pale afternoon light.
The butler and the servants had already been waiting respectfully at the door.
The moment they saw Feng Mingzhou, everyone subconsciously held their breath and lowered their eyes.
Feng Mingzhou's gaze did not linger on anyone.
He walked straight through the crowd and into the lobby of the villa, walking straight towards the spiral staircase without stopping.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble steps made an empty and lonely echo.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door.
That was the last room Gu Manman lived in.
Everything in the room remained the same as it was when she left.
There seemed to be a faint fragrance belonging to her lingering in the air.
Feng Mingzhou's eyes slowly swept across every corner of the room.
Finally, it freezes on the large double bed.
He walked over step by step, bent down, stretched out his trembling hands, and picked up the soft pillow.
He buried his face deep in the pillow and breathed hard and greedily.
Trying to capture the remaining breath that belongs to her.
Very bland.
Almost gone.
Panic, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed him.
“Manman…”
A broken sob escaped from the depths of his throat.
He hugged the pillow tightly as if it was the most precious treasure in the world, and his body began to tremble violently.
He pressed the pillow tightly against his chest, as if this could retain that little bit of warmth.
After a long time, he slowly raised his head.
In those bloodshot eyes was boundless despair and pain.
He put the pillow down, turned around, walked out of the room and down the stairs.
The butler followed him closely, not daring to breathe.
"Xu An."
Feng Mingzhou's voice sounded, very hoarse.
"Sir, what do you want me to do for you?" the butler responded quickly.
"Prepare dinner."
"...Yes, sir, what would you like to eat?"
Feng Mingzhou's eyes were unfocused, staring blankly ahead.
“Steamed grouper.”
“Oxtail stew with truffles.”
“Pumpkin chowder.”
He paused and added, "Add a little more cream, she likes it sweeter."
The housekeeper's heart sank.
These were all Miss Gu’s favorite dishes when she was alive.
"...Yes, sir."
"And mango sticky rice." Feng Mingzhou continued, "The pastry chef wants the Italian one. She said last time he made the best one."
The butler bowed his head and replied, "Yes, I will arrange it right away."
In the restaurant, the tables were wiped clean and spotless.
The exquisite tableware is neatly arranged.
Feng Mingzhou sat in the main seat.
Next to him, there was a set of clean dishes and chopsticks, but no one was there.
The servants carefully brought the dishes to the table.
The fragrance is everywhere.
Every dish is perfect in terms of color, aroma and taste.
Feng Mingzhou picked up the chopsticks but did not touch the dishes in front of him.
He picked up a small piece of fish, which had been deboned, and put it on the empty plate opposite him.
"Manman, try this."
"The fish is very fresh today, just what you like."
The restaurant was silent except for his low mumbling to himself.
He picked up the spoon again, scooped a spoonful of pumpkin soup, and blew it carefully.
"The soup is ready too, with more cream, so it's not hot."
He held the spoon out towards the empty air.
It was as if there really was someone sitting opposite him, waiting for him to feed him.
His movements were so natural and so skillful.
Just like the old days.
He served her food, took care of her while she ate, and watched her narrow her eyes in satisfaction.
He added food to the empty bowl bite by bite.
He kept muttering to himself.
"This oxtail is very well stewed, try it."
"The sticky rice is here too, still hot."
He was completely immersed in his own world.
The housekeeper and servants stood not far away, watching the heart-pounding scene before them, not daring to breathe.
Everyone's face was filled with fear and pity.
Feng Mingzhou himself didn't eat a single bite.
He just sat there, facing the empty seat, gently and stubbornly conducting this dinner for one person.
Until all dishes have cooled down.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened.
He still maintained that posture, as if he would sit there until the end of time.
In the huge restaurant, only his lonely and hunched back was left.
And, an almost inaudible whisper of endless despair.
“Manman…”
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