Chapter 256 Already Dead
"Why are you standing outside?" Lin Yan stretched out her warm hands and rubbed Su Xin's red face. "It's so cold, go inside and wait."
Su Xin touched the tip of her nose, which had turned purple from the cold, and chuckled twice: "Sister Lin Yan, I have a fear of advanced age."
"Advanced phobia?"
Su Xin glanced at the luxuriously decorated bridal shop and said, "I feel uncomfortable in such a high-end place. If someone came to serve me, I wouldn't know where to put my hands and feet."
"What's wrong?" Lin Yan was amused by her.
"Don't mention it." Su Xin kept talking.
"There are those barbershops with really nice decor and all handsome barbers, but I don't dare go in there alone. I always feel so awkward and embarrassed. I prefer to go get a haircut by the middle-aged ladies and uncles in the alleys. It's cheap, not restrictive, and you can chat with them!"
Xing Yu parked the car and walked over, just in time to hear their conversation, and said calmly: "Prosperity."
Su Xin made a face at him, then took Lin Yan's arm and said, "Come on, Sister Lin Yan, let's go in and pick out a wedding dress! I haven't seen you in a wedding dress yet."
The store was well heated. Lin Yan was taken by the clerk to try on a wedding dress. Su Xin sat on the sofa and looked around curiously.
"Wow..." Su Xin exclaimed softly, her eyes widening: "So beautiful!"
Xing Yu ignored her, staring at the door of the fitting room, tapping his knees lightly with his fingertips, feeling inexplicably nervous.
After about a few minutes, the door of the fitting room was pushed open.
Lin Yan came out.
She wore a simple, matte wedding dress with a one-shoulder design that revealed her delicate collarbone. The skirt was a slightly fluffy A-line style without too many complicated decorations.
Simple and gentle.
She looked at Su Xin first, then at Xing Yu, and asked softly, "How is it?"
Su Xin opened her mouth for a long time without saying anything, but just nodded continuously: "It looks so beautiful! Sister Lin Yan, you look so good in this! Fairy sister! A true fairy sister!"
Lin Yan: "Xiao Su's emotional value is very well-placed."
"I'm not exaggerating, it really is beautiful! Brother Xing Yu, don't you agree?"
Xing Yu didn't respond, but just watched quietly, then took out his mobile phone and took a picture.
He stood up, walked towards her step by step, stopped in front of her, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
"Ayan, you are beautiful."
Lin Yan lowered her head and smiled faintly: "Then... shall I try another style?"
"Go ahead."
Not long after Lin Yan entered the fitting room, Xing Yu's phone rang.
After answering the phone, Xing Yu's face turned pale. He glanced at the fitting room and said to Su Xin.
"I have to go to the hospital urgently. Please stay with Lin Yan for a while."
After saying that, Xing Yu quickly walked out of the bridal shop.
…
When Xing Yu arrived at the ward, he paused at the door.
The door was not closed tightly, and suppressed sobbing could be heard from inside.
When he opened the door, he saw Xing Zhonghua with his back to him, his shoulders slightly shaking. Feng Lian was lying beside the bed, shouting for the pale and lifeless Master Xing lying on the bed.
Xing Yu walked step by step to the bedside, blocking out everything around him, with only the lifeless old man in his eyes.
In this Xing family with strict rules and little human feelings, his grandfather, the only one who protected him, was now lying cold and stiff on the hospital bed.
He just came to see him yesterday, how could he die suddenly...
"What's going on?" he asked.
Xing Zhonghua's voice choked with sobs: "I have been ill for so many years. I am old and my body has long been broken. I have been relying on drugs and equipment to maintain my health... I couldn't make it..."
Xing Yu was silent, looking at Master Xing's lifeless face, and felt as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out.
At this time, Song Yanzheng walked in quickly, with his coat casually draped over his arm and his tie askew, obviously he had rushed all the way from the company.
"Dad, Mom!" He looked at Xing Zhonghua and Feng Lian and asked, "How is Grandpa?"
Feng Lian shook his head: "He has passed away."
Song Yanzheng frowned: "Isn't he usually fine? I came to see Grandpa a couple of days ago and he was in good spirits. How could this happen..."
Feng Lian saw him and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I can't get through to Yingxue on the phone. Please tell her to come back home!"
Song Yanzheng: "I sent her a WeChat message on the way here. But she said Nan Xin has been sick for the past two days and can't return home. She might... miss grandpa's funeral."
"This kid!" Feng Lian said with a hint of anger in his tone, "I called her but she didn't answer, she only replied to WeChat! She's been on vacation abroad for two months and hasn't come back yet. She's not coming home, is she?"
"Stop talking!" Xing Zhonghua interrupted her abruptly: "One by one, two by two, none of them give me peace of mind!"
He glanced around the ward irritably, then looked towards the door, his brows furrowed. "Where's Xing Mo? Why hasn't Ah Mo come yet?"
"I've already called him." Feng Lian said quickly, "He said he's on his way and should be here soon."
The ward fell silent again.
"You guys go out first." Xing Yu suddenly spoke in a deep voice.
Xing Zhonghua and Lian looked at each other. Seeing his pale face, they knew that he was feeling bad, so they didn't say much.
Song Yanzheng also followed him out tactfully and closed the ward door behind him.
The ward suddenly became quiet.
Xing Yu reached out and held Master Xing's cold and stiff hand.
"Grandpa, have a safe journey."
Suddenly, he noticed that Mr. Xing's hand was clenched into a fist, tightly clenched, as if he was holding something.
Xing Yu pried his fingers apart bit by bit.
The object in the palm of his hand was revealed.
It was a piece of torn paper with a line of words written crookedly on it.
[Ayu, protect the Xing family.]
Xing Yu's pupils trembled slightly.
Why did you leave him a note in advance?
Did you know you were going to die?
Is the Xing family in danger?
Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open and Xing Zhonghua and others walked in again. Xing Mo followed them with an expressionless face.
Xing Zhonghua: "Amo, come and see grandpa for the last time."
Xing Yu put the note in his pocket and stood up to make room for Xing Mo.
As Qi Liao stood up, he stepped on something hard.
Looking down, I saw it was a cufflink.
The next second, Xing Zhonghua quickly picked up the cuff and looked at it again and again in his hand.
He cast a questioning look at Xing Mo: "Ah Mo, weren't these cufflinks my birthday gift to you a year ago?"
The silver cufflinks shone coldly in Xing Zhonghua's palm.
Xing Mo took a look and said, "Yes, what's wrong?"
Xing Zhonghua's expression grew increasingly grim. "When did you...come to Grandpa's ward? Why did you come to his ward?"
When asked this question, everyone can hear the other meaning in the words.
Xing Mo was no fool, and he directly asked Xing Zhonghua, "Dad, what do you mean? I can't come to Grandpa's ward to see him? Or... have you done something wrong and are you afraid that I will come to Grandpa's ward and do something unfilial to him?"
Xing Zhonghua held onto his cufflinks, his cheeks twitching. "Let me ask you one question: did Grandpa's death have anything to do with you?"
Xing Mo: "So what if it has something to do with me? So what if it has nothing to do with me?"
“Snap—”
The slap landed and Xing Mo froze in place.
Xing Zhonghua's deep voice came immediately: "Xing Mo, I know you hate me! You already knew those things a long time ago, right? If you have any hatred or grudges, just come to me! What does your grandfather have to do with it? I owe you, but grandpa doesn't owe you anything! You shouldn't vent your hatred on grandpa!"
Xing Mo sneered, his cold eyes swept over everyone present, and finally returned to Xing Zhonghua.
"Okay, if you say it's me, then it's me. But what gives you the right to yell at me? Isn't it me who should be collecting the debt? Do you think I'll really forget all the bad things you did just because you pretended to be nice to me all these years?"
"Xing Zhonghua, remember this: your Xing family owes me! Your father deserves to die, you deserve to die, and everyone in your Xing family deserves to die."
Xing Zhonghua raised his hand and pointed at him angrily, but couldn't say a word for a long time. In the end, he could only snort heavily, turned around and walked to the bedside with his back to him.
"Get out! Get out!"
Xing Mo said coldly: "Then Dad, I'm sorry."
"roll!"
As Xing Mo left, Song Yanzheng stepped forward and said, "Dad, don't be angry yet. Grandpa just passed away, this is not the time to argue. If you have anything to say, wait until we have dealt with Grandpa's funeral."
Xing Zhonghua paused for a moment, then turned to look at Song Yanzheng. "Sons and daughters are unreliable. Yanzheng, you're the more sensible son-in-law. So, I'll leave Grandpa's funeral arrangements to you. Make sure he passes away in peace."
"Okay, Dad."
When Xing Mo was taking the elevator downstairs, he ran into Lin Yan who was about to take the elevator upstairs.
He ignored her and walked out of the hospital with a lot of anger.
Outside, snowflakes started falling without me noticing.
Fine snow flakes fell on my shoulders, bringing with them a chilling chill and resentment surging in my chest.
Although he was clearly the victim, Xing Zhonghua accused him with confidence.
What face does he have?
So what if he touched Master Xing?
The lives of his family members should be paid for with blood by the Xing family!
Xing Mo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only scarlet in his eyes.
Xing Zhonghua, just wait.
You will soon experience what it feels like to have your family torn apart.
Xing Mo did not get in the car. He leaned against the car door and took out the cigarette box. His fingertips were trembling and he tried several times before lighting the cigarette.
Nicotine slid down my throat, but it couldn't suppress the blockage in my heart.
Uncomfortable.
It felt like something was stuck in my chest, unable to move up or down.
The snowflakes fell thicker and thicker, and quickly melted into water when they landed on his body.
He looked up at the gray sky, his eyes becoming more and more sore, not sure if it was the snowflakes falling into his eyes or the cold wind blowing past.
At this time, a rustic flower umbrella was handed over to him, covering his head and blocking the falling snowflakes.
He turned around and the first thing he saw was a head wearing a white knitted hat.
Then, move your eyes downward.
A pair of clean and clear eyes were looking at him.
He paused in his smoking, and in the smoke, he looked at her face so close to him, and the anger in his heart inexplicably dissipated a little.
"Squint your eyes..." She tilted her head, staring at his red eyes and the slap marks on his face, and asked in a low voice: "You...had a fight?"
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