Chapter 72 "I took his precious son"
Seeing that Wen Jiaen was still hesitating, Ren Yizi quickly got out of bed regardless of her wishes.
Wen Jiaen couldn't stop him, so he finally took Ren Yizi over to take a look.
As soon as Ren Yizi arrived at the top VIP area, he saw many bodyguards in black suits standing in several rows, with several people in the middle having a serious conversation.
When Ren Yizi saw the person in the center clearly, he was shocked and quickly hid in the blind spot in the corner.
Wen Jiaen teased from behind: "Why, are you still afraid of my dad?"
Ren Yizi secretly glanced at Wen Zongyuan again: "Your father doesn't recognize me, and I took his precious son away. How can he not be dissatisfied with me?"
Wen Jiaen found it amusing: "If you are with my brother, you must be prepared to be his mistress for the rest of your life. Our family must marry into other families. Last time, my brother and my father had a very unhappy argument because of you."
Of course Ren Yizi knew about it. It was the day when Wen Si Ru got drunk and his father asked him to choose another young lady. Wen Si Ru didn't tell him anything, and it was the housekeeper Uncle Lin who told him.
"Who did Wen Siru choose?" Ren Yizi didn't want to think about such trivial matters at that time, but he couldn't help asking now.
"I told you, they had a quarrel, so my brother didn't choose anyone, okay? Are you happy? But our family is very worried. This is a very serious problem, but..." Wen Jiaen suddenly stretched out his tone and looked at him without saying a word.
Ren Yizi asked, "But what?"
"It's not impossible for him to never get married, but my brother must have children," Wen Jiaen emphasized. "This is what the Wen family values most. Without offspring, no matter how big or large the family business is, it's all in vain. But now, my brother is in that state. Let's save his life first and then worry about other things."
Wen Zongyuan was finally about to leave. Ren Yizi took a special look at him. The light reflected by the jade ring on the man's thumb was so bright that it was almost blinding. He felt that Wen Siru's previous jealous worry was not unreasonable.
The man was wearing a custom-made high-end suit, without a single wrinkle on his body, and his hair was meticulously fixed. He was so handsome that he seemed like he was in a different dimension from the others. You could faintly smell the high-end perfume on him.
Wen Zongyuan doesn't look like a middle-aged man in his late 50s at all. Instead, he looks like he has eaten preservatives, and he looks like a mature man in his thirties.
The father and son look very similar, but Wen Zongyuan is more elegant than Wen Siru. He has an oppressive aura of a superior who is intimidating without even getting angry. Even when he smiles, it feels like there are dense needles hidden in his smile.
Ren Yizi waited until Wen's father left before following Wen Jiaen to Wen Siru's ward. He looked at Wen Siru quietly through the glass window. He couldn't say anything at all.
Wen Si Ru looked like a cold, white, handsome sculpture, his rosy lips faded to a light pink, he lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was just asleep, if it weren't for the annoying oxygen mask.
Ren Yizi had seen Wen Siru sleeping like this countless times, but now his heart was broken. His internal organs felt as if they were dislocated and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
How could this happen? How did everything become like this!
Ren Yizi was still in shock. Weren't they on their way back to school? Weren't he and Wen Siru still having a quarrel?
No one can predict the natural and man-made disasters in this world...
As Wen Si Ru's chest rose and fell slightly, countless good things about Wen Si Ru emerged in Ren Yi Zi's mind. Those hysterical and unforgettable entanglements seemed to disappear without a trace.
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Wen Jiaen also brought Ren Yizi's grandmother over. Ren Yizi didn't cry in front of Wen Jiaen, but as soon as he closed the door in his grandmother's room, tears started to flow.
Ren Yizi, a tall man of about 1.8 meters, hugged his grandmother and asked helplessly with tears in his eyes, "Grandma, Wen Siru, is he okay?"
Grandma sighed deeply and patted him: "In this world, every time we meet, we will meet less and less, so we should cherish the chance we have to meet again."
Ren Yizi felt that his whole body was numb. It was clearly an early summer night, but he could not feel any heat. All that blew in was a cool breeze. The cold white moonlight shone in through the window and seeped into every inch of his pores.
He couldn't eat at all. It was only after his grandmother persuaded him with kind words that he mechanically took a few bites.
The food in the hospital tastes like wax and is extremely unpalatable.
But Ren Yizi started taking his stomach medicine regularly. His grandmother was very pleased and said to him, "I told you to take it before, but you always forgot to do so."
Ren Yizi smiled a smile that was even sadder than crying. He said bitterly, "Really, grandma? Then I will remember to eat it next time."
Under the influence of the medicine and grief, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
Gradually, I could only feel the sea breeze blowing slowly, bringing a slightly cool feeling.
Ren Yizi sat on a big swing by the sea, swinging against the sea breeze. When he swung to the bottom, the waves would slide over his feet from time to time, and the salty and sweet sea breeze would blow his hair. When he swung to the top, he could feel the wind whistling in his ears, as if he was walking shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
He followed Wen Sirubiye who was taking his picture, and shouted, "Don't make me look ugly, I still want to look good."
Wen Siru smiled back at him while holding the camera: "I know, you are handsome no matter what, don't worry."
Ren Yizi's mouth curled up slightly, but he soon felt that this kind of filming was not satisfying enough, so he stood on the swing and continued swinging.
Wen Siru walked into the waves and continued filming in front of Ren Yizi, reminding him: "Be careful, don't fall."
"What are you afraid of?" Ren Yizi replied. Some bad ideas came to his mind. He swung hard and swung very high. Then he jumped out of the swing and shouted, "Catch me!"
Wen Siru quickly moved the camera away and opened his arms to welcome him.
Fortunately, Ren Yizi jumped accurately and hugged the person in one go.
Ren Yizi put his arms around Wen Siru's neck and his legs around his waist, praising him: "Not bad, you reacted quickly."
Wen Siru raised his head, patted his waist, and said with a smile: "Then give me a kiss."
Ren Yizi slowly lowered his head, and when their lips were about to touch, the scene suddenly switched and flipped.
He stood on the beach. The sky was dark and there was a violent storm. He watched the fishing boats returning in a hurry from afar, their sails fluttering in the wind.
But Wen Siru turned his back to him and walked into the depths of the sea, with the water already reaching his thighs.
Ren Yizi's heart almost stopped. His pupils trembled violently as he ran towards Wen Siru, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking him and he couldn't get through it.
Ren Yizi shouted anxiously, "Ruzi! Don't go any further! Come back!"
Fortunately, Wen Siru could hear him. He turned around, a smile on his pale face, and waved to him, his lips slightly parted, as if to say, "Take care."
Then he walked deeper into the freezing cold sea without looking back.
The rain hit my face like hail, it was freezing cold and excruciatingly painful.
"No! Don't go!" Ren Yizi's tears flowed down. He shouted with all his strength and punched the barrier that blocked him. "Wen Siru, don't go. Come back soon. I won't run away. I still love you. I love you very much! Please, don't go..."
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"Wen Siru!" Ren Yizi called out the man's name, and he suddenly opened his eyes. His chest felt as heavy as if a huge stone was pressing on it. He gasped for breath, looking at the dim surroundings and the faint street lights outside the window, before he realized that he was dreaming.
He touched his face blankly, which was covered with tear marks, and even the pillow was wet.
It had just been a dream, but now he felt as if he were in another world, as if a blunt knife was grinding against his heart all the time.
The dream was too real. Ren Yizi quickly got out of bed, feeling dizzy, and ran out of the door, stumbling to the top floor of the hospital like a drunkard.
As soon as he saw Wen Jiaen, he quickly grabbed Wen Jiaen and asked, "Wen Siru, how is Wen Siru? Is he okay?!"
He was in a panic, his collar was not buttoned properly, and one of his slippers was lost, which scared Wen Jiaen's bodyguards. They quickly pulled him apart from Wen Jiaen and stopped him from getting close.
Wen Jiaen looked at him and sighed, "What else can Si Ru do? He's still the same. He hasn't woken up yet. I'll be the first to notify you when he wakes up. You should go back first."
Ren Yizi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded and dragged his tired body to go back.
Wen Jiaen suddenly asked from behind: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Ren Yizi stood there stiffly. He nodded, clenched his fist, and said, "I dreamed of some bad things."
Wen Jiaen looked at his disheveled appearance and couldn't bear to comfort him: "Dreams are always the opposite..."
Ren Yizi said "OK" and left.
Wen Jiaen looked at his figure and exchanged glances with the bodyguard.
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