Chapter 47 Death
Dressing room.
Wen Ci and Xie Peizhou both changed into dry clothes.
Xie Peizhou temporarily wore the costume of the male lead Qin Wang. The same business shirt and suit pants, worn by Qin Wang and Xie Peizhou, had a completely different aura.
The assistant costume designer's eyes lit up. Xie Peizhou was the epitome of a noble, calm and domineering CEO.
Xie Peizhou pulled at his pants uncomfortably.
The clothing assistant asked, "Mr. Xie, does it not fit? I have a looser set. Can I get it for you to try?"
"No need."
Xie Peizhou frowned slightly, his voice cold, and walked towards the hairdressing station where Wen Ci was.
It's not that his trousers don't fit.
These are disposable underwear that the costume team prepared for Qin Wang’s swimming pool scene. They are too tight.
Before he even got close, he heard Chen Jinghe's concerned voice to Wen Ci, "Wen Ci, are you okay?"
Xie Peizhou walked over coldly, "How dare you ask? If you hadn't pestered Wen Ci, would she have fallen into the water?"
"Chen Jinghe, you almost killed her. Can you please stay away from her and stop bothering her?"
Chen Jinghe's face turned pale, and he stood there stiffly, looking at Wen Ci guiltily, "I'm sorry..."
"Uncle, this has nothing to do with Chen Jinghe. I just slipped and lost my balance..."
As soon as Wen Ci stood up, she was met with a cold gaze from Xie Peizhou and lowered her head in embarrassment. The experience just now made her dare not look him in the eye.
Xie Peizhou just reacted to her...
Wen Ci wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Chen Jinghe thought Wen Ci was frightened by Xie Peizhou's fierceness, so he stepped aside and used his body to block Xie Peizhou's cold gaze at Wen Ci.
He looked at Xie Peizhou, curled his lips, and smiled politely, "Uncle, I didn't protect Wen Ci well today, it's my responsibility. I will sign up for a swimming class later and learn how to swim. I will definitely protect Wen Ci in the future."
"I like Wen Ci, and I can't agree to your request to stay away from her. But please rest assured, uncle, I won't force Wen Ci to be with me. Today I just came to visit her as her long-time friend."
Xie Peizhou looked at him, a chill emanating from his body.
Chen Jinghe is a doctor. He is not overly sharp and is very gentle.
But he understood the subtext of Chen Jinghe's words.
Every word she said was humble and she lowered her status to call him "little uncle", telling him that he would always be Wen Ci's elder and could never be her lover; and that although he was just an ordinary friend now, in the future he could become Wen Ci's boyfriend, fiancé, legal husband, and even the father of her child...
“Zizi—”
The vibration of the cell phone broke the momentary deadlock.
It was Xie Peizhou's cell phone calling.
The man picked up the phone and heard a hurried voice from the other end, "Mr. Xie, your father is in the emergency room. Please come as soon as possible. It may be..."
Xie Peizhou's heart sank suddenly. He strode forward, pushed away Chen Jinghe who was blocking Wen Ci, and grabbed Wen Ci's wrist tightly.
Wen Ci's pupils trembled, "Uncle?!"
Xie Peizhou dragged her out and said, "My dad is dying."
Wen Ci's heart sank suddenly, and Grandpa Xie's skinny, kind and gentle face appeared in her mind.
Why is it so sudden?
Didn’t you say there’s still half a month left?
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When Xie Peizhou dragged Wen Ci to the door of the operating room, many of Mr. Xie's descendants were already waiting anxiously outside the hall.
Wen Ci's face was pale. At a glance, she saw Xie Yiyi, Nian Nian, Song Wanqing and Grandpa Xie's exclusive lawyer.
"Mommy!"
When Wen Niannian saw her mother, she immediately rushed over and hugged her thighs, crying sadly, "Is Grandpa going to die?"
Wen Ci clearly felt that Xie Peizhou's body beside her suddenly stiffened.
She squatted down, hugged her daughter tightly, and covered her mouth with a mask. "Don't say anything nonsense. No, thank you, Grandpa. Good luck will come to you. The rescue will be completed smoothly."
Outside the deathly silent operating room, such comfort was too pale.
Everyone's heart was filled with grief and sorrow, because the one who was about to leave forever was their father, grandfather, and their blood-thicker-than-water...
Wen Ci saw Xie Peizhou's trembling hands pressed against his trouser seams.
His face was calm without a trace of emotion. He was the most reliable person in charge of the Xie family. No matter what happened, he could handle it with ease.
Wen Ci's heart sank, and she mustered up the courage to hold his hand, "Uncle."
The trembling hand was clenched.
Xie Peizhou's heart trembled, as if his panic had been noticed. He met Wen Ci's concerned eyes, and his lonely heart seemed to be held tightly by a pair of hands, understanding his sadness and pain.
He pursed his lips and silently held her hand.
…
Time passes by every second.
The wait is incredibly long.
Three hours later, the operating light went out.
Everyone's breathing became heavier, and Wen Ci also felt Xie Peizhou tighten his grip on her hand. Everyone's eyes turned to the door of the operating room.
The operating room door slowly opened.
A nurse in surgical gown came out and said, "Xie Peizhou, the old man wants to see you one last time."
Xie Peizhou's tall figure staggered a step.
At the same time, a dull feeling of sorrow was heard from the huge hall.
Xie Peizhou stiffly let go of Wen Ci's hand, and walked step by step into the operating room with the red light dimmed, to see his father for the last time.
"Mommy, I don't want my great-grandfather to die, wuwuwu..."
Although Wen Niannian was young, she sensed the changes in the surrounding atmosphere and probably understood that her great-grandfather's rescue had failed and he would leave her forever.
She could no longer see him, play kitchen house with him, tell him jokes, or listen to him tell funny stories about his mommy's school days.
Wen Ci hugged her daughter tightly.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Peizhou slowly walked out of the operating room alone.
Many pairs of eyes filled with glimmers of hope converged on his face. He moved his thin lips and said, "Dad, I'm leaving."
There were bursts of crying.
"Uncle Pei, since Grandpa has passed away, isn't it time to publish his will?"
Some younger generations looked at Xie Peizhou. The dead cannot be resurrected, but everyone should have a share of the old man's savings over the years, and it cannot be taken alone by Xie Peizhou.
Xie Peizhou shot a cold shot at the person who spoke, "After the funeral, Lawyer Zheng will naturally announce it."
In an unnoticed corner, Song Wanqing's heart skipped a beat when she heard the word "will", and panic flashed in her eyes.
She tugged at the loose hem of her skirt, worried that Xie Peizhou would investigate the cause of Mr. Xie's sudden death...
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Mr. Xie’s funeral lasted seven days.
The Xie family’s old house was all white.
Although Wen Ci was not a descendant of the Xie family, she did everything a granddaughter should do during the funeral, including wearing mourning clothes, keeping vigil and chanting scriptures, and bringing her daughter with her.
Looking at Grandpa Xie's portrait, she regretted that she never told Grandpa Xie until her death that Nian Nian was Xie Peizhou's biological daughter and granddaughter.
On the seventh day, after the old man was successfully buried, all the descendants of the Xie family gathered in the hall of the old house.
Xie Peifeng (the eldest brother of the Xie family) said, "Peizhou, it's time to announce our father's will."
Xie Peizhou glanced at everyone coldly, "The will can be read today, but before reading it, I want to clarify one thing."
"Why did my father's condition suddenly worsen? What happened that day? Who killed my father?"
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