Xing Zhaozhao entered Gao Mingcheng's ward.
There was no one else in the ward, so she felt completely at ease. She sat down by the bedside, held Gao Mingcheng's hand, and said to him, "I've come to see you again, Mingcheng. Are you feeling any better today?"
Gao Mingcheng gently squeezed her hand, as if it were just a stroking motion, but she still felt it. She smiled and said, "I knew you could hear me."
“Now that you’ve heard it, you need to wake up quickly, okay? Otherwise, your son keeps bullying me, and I won’t have anyone to stand up for me.” She complained to Gao Mingcheng, “I came here the day before yesterday, but he wouldn’t let me in to see you. Yesterday I came again, and he even had two caregivers guarding the door, preventing me from coming in. If it weren’t for Lianzhou, I wouldn’t have been able to come in to see you yesterday. But today, I don’t know why, I didn’t see those two caregivers at the door. I wonder if they forgot to arrange them. They probably forgot to arrange them, right? They couldn’t have let me in on purpose, could they? He treats me like your little darling now, and he’s very wary of me.”
As Xing Zhaozhao spoke, she couldn't help but giggle: "Little wife it is then. Considering our age difference, this title is actually quite appropriate. Just don't let it slip later. I want to see them look at me with dislike but unable to do anything about it."
Gao Mingcheng squeezed her hand again, this time with a little more force.
Xing Zhaozhao sensed his emotions and quickly said, "I know, I know, we're all family. But, given my current situation, are you really comfortable telling them everything? What if someone accidentally lets it slip..."
Gao Mingcheng did not respond.
“Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as your agreement.” Xing Zhaozhao patted his hand and said, “It’s just that you’re going to have to suffer, having a wife who’s more than fifty years younger than you. If word gets out, people will really think you’re an old lecher.”
As she spoke, she couldn't help but laugh again.
Gao Mingcheng seemed somewhat helpless, and after a long while, he gently squeezed her hand again.
“I’m doing this for the children’s own good,” Xing Zhaozhao explained to him. “The day before yesterday, Dafei told me in front of many people that he would never call me ‘Mom’ unless he died. I’m a good mother, how could I bear to see my child die? Don’t you think so?”
Gao Mingcheng fell silent again and began to mourn for his son.
"Click," the ward door opened again.
Who's here again?
Xing Zhaozhao's heart tightened, and she was about to get up and go over to see when a familiar voice suddenly entered her ears.
Is this the place?
That sound is...
Xing Zhaozhao trembled involuntarily.
Is it...my brother?
“That’s right, this is it, Uncle.” Gao Yang said, entering the ward first. Seeing Xing Zhaozhao sitting by the bedside, he froze, “How did you…”
Before he could finish speaking, Xing Zhaoming walked in and saw Gao Yang standing there in a daze. He asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
The next moment, he met Xing Zhaozhao's face and his eyes widened in surprise: "Zhaozhao?"
Upon seeing her long-lost brother, Xing Zhaozhao felt a lump in her throat and her eyes quickly welled up with tears. She slowly stood up and instinctively reached out to call out to him.
elder brother……
As Chen Wei followed behind Xing Zhaoming, she suddenly heard him call Xing Zhaozhao's name. The memories that had been buried deep in her heart for decades were stirred up again, making her feel inexplicably flustered.
"Zhao Zhao? What Zhao Zhao?" she asked, trying to appear calm, as she followed him into the ward.
Seeing that face, almost exactly the same as the one in her memory, Chen Wei felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by a large hand, making it hard to breathe, and her face turned deathly pale.
"Who...who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
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