Chapter 39 39. Jingzhou really gave it when he was cared for.
After saying this, Mi Xiner's psychological shadow worsened again. She had never been scolded by anyone since she was a child.
And it was the same person, twice.
She burst into tears, feeling like she was about to have PTSD, and didn't dare to look Shi Jingzhou in the eye.
"Jingzhou, it's not your turn to meddle in our family affairs."
Mi Wenzhong was furious and exposed his cards, "Before the situation of Mingyuan shares became unclear, I was the largest shareholder. From now on, these will all belong to Xin'er. She has a very significant share."
These words seemed to be addressed to Shi Jingzhou, but his eyes glanced at Zhang Qiaoshu.
He was relieved and had to confirm the death of their marriage in the most tragic way possible.
Zhang Qiaoshu, however, looked as if it had nothing to do with her. After decades of experience, she had already recognized this husband.
The world where only Mi Yanyan was injured was instantly realized.
Family members are like a wall that separates them from each other. Shi Jingzhou stands outside the ward, a different boundary from that between Mi Yanyan's parents.
"Father, have you forgotten? When Mi Yanyan and I got married, half of my shares in Ruisi were already in her name. Even without Mingyuan," Shi Jingzhou pointed at Mi Xiner, his lips curled, "How can this illegitimate daughter compare?"
The words fell in a disdainful and frivolous tone without any mercy.
Everyone was speechless. No matter how great Mingyuan was, it was not even one-tenth of Nancheng Ruisi.
"The Shi family is wealthy and powerful, and the old man really carefully selected a good marriage for Mi Yanyan." Only then did Mi Wenzhong understand why Mi Zhenhua overturned his proposal and insisted that Mi Yanyan and Shi Jingzhou marry.
There was no such condition when they got married at the beginning. The Shi family's proposal was just a formality and had no validity.
After all, the amount is huge. It is really a fantasy to want to take away such a big piece of Ruisi just by getting married.
I never expected that Shi Jingzhou would really give it to me.
He was even more curious about why the second son of the Shi family, who had been indifferent and nonchalant at first, would stand up for his daughter again and again, and even willingly give her half of his shares against all odds.
When they got married, they were clearly two people without any feelings for each other.
Zhang Qiaoshu sneered and glanced at the ward. He regretted that Mi Yanyan fell ill at the critical moment and didn't even see the old man for the last time.
Now that the lawyer had disappeared, it was unclear whether the issue of Mingyuan's will had been resolved. Standing here arguing was a waste of time. Without saying a word, he picked up his bag, put on his coat, and stood up to leave.
When Shi Jingzhou returned to the ward, he saw that the person on the bed was leaning on a small chair, hugging his knees and looking out the window at the heavy rain.
It was late winter and she had half the window open. The hospital had no screens to block out the rain, so raindrops carried fallen leaves into the ward, lightly wetting her shoulders.
I don’t know how much she heard, but she just wanted the wind, rain, thunder and lightning to be louder so that they could completely cover up the shameful quarrel.
"When did you wake up?" Shi Jingzhou asked, standing behind her, holding the back of the chair.
"I heard everything," Mi Yanyan said, resting her chin on her arm and nodding slightly like a chicken pecking at rice. She quickly added, "Excuse me, it's always like this."
The calm, emotionless answer was like a needle piercing one.
When she was very young, she was puzzled: why would someone get married if they didn't love each other, and why would they resent each other after getting married? She asked her grandmother countless times, and the answers she received were even more outrageous.
My parents got married after falling in love freely, it was not an arranged marriage, and there was no intention of arranging the marriage.
Oh, it turns out they were once in love.
I'm just tired of it. Maybe it's Zhang Qiaoshu's stubborn and unreasonable personality, or Mi Wenzhong's self-proclaimed smooth and sentimental attitude, that made this parental relationship so incurable and devastated.
So what is marriage? Mi Yanyan always thought that it was just a piece of paper.
As long as the heart is hard enough, it will not be subject to moral condemnation and has no bottom line, allowing two selfish people to trap themselves and entangle themselves for life, while also harming their children and causing irreversible psychological trauma.
So she followed her grandfather's wishes and got married quickly. It was just a piece of paper, and it didn't matter who got it.
Just don't have children, just exercise self-discipline, and I won't force anything else.
Mi Yanyan wrapped herself in a huge blanket and turned her head. Shi Jingzhou was still behind her, leaning over the back of her chair in a strange posture. He first hugged the chair and then enveloped her.
Although it was strange, it was warm. Shi Jingzhou smiled helplessly and said, "There is only one chair in the ward."
She looked around, but couldn't find another one. She moved her waist and said, "You come."
It was Jingzhou's turn to sit down, holding the little one horizontally in his arms. The space was limited and the distance was too close. Mi Yanyan lay lazily in his arms and said, "I really like listening to the sound of rain. Sitting at home and listening to the lightning and thunder outside, it's like the world is exploding and it has nothing to do with me."
When she was a child, she had to go back to her parents' home as a routine every week. Mi Zhenhua required it and everyone had to obey.
The weekly quarrel wouldn't be so bad if it rained. I could just sit on the balcony and enjoy the pleasure of being eaten alive by the world while I was helpless.
She can cry, and the louder the rain, the more she can cry.
The next morning, Mi Yanyan insisted on being discharged from the hospital, and Shi Jingzhou took her back to the compound.
The mourning hall was solemn. Mi Zhenhua had nurtured countless students and mentored countless students. Many students came to pay their respects. She stood in the kitchen, holding a cup of hot tea in the shape of a cat, which Mi Zhenhua had brought her while he was out on a business trip. She had used it for years, and even though the cup was slightly worn, she loved it and refused to replace it.
When the tea in the cup got cold, Shi Jingzhou took it to exchange it. They went back and forth for a whole day, and the cup was tossed around in their hands more than a dozen times.
She looked at him from the side and seemed to feel that Shi Jingzhou had become thinner, but his waist was straight, and when she leaned on him, he was as strong as before.
It was almost midnight and only she and Aunt Qian were left in the kitchen. Compared to daytime, it was really lonely and deserted.
"Xiaoyan, go get some sleep. We have to go up the mountain tomorrow."
No one mentioned the person who would hold the portrait tomorrow the whole day. The only thing they heard was Mi Wenzhong and his aunt reminding Mi Xiner about the dress code for tomorrow, and they also called in the experienced elders in the family to explain the rules and procedures.
She had helped her grandmother and remembered all these things by heart, but today she didn't want to argue about them anymore.
She stared at the black and white photo surrounded by flowers on the cabinet. It was a photo taken by the old man himself a long time ago and carefully stored in a drawer. It was accidentally found by Mi Yanyan when she was looking for her reading glasses. She cried and made a fuss about it.
They said that what Mi Zhenhua did was unlucky and threatened to tear it up.
"Then what happened?" Shi Jingzhou came back after making a few phone calls. He heard Mi Yanyan and Aunt Qian chatting, and suddenly interrupted and asked.
"He said he would tear it up, but who knew he was lying to me. The old man is very cunning." After saying that, Mi Yanyan felt hot in the corners of her eyes and wiped it off casually. She had endured it for a whole day and didn't want outsiders to see her crying. Aunt Qian on the other side was also quietly wiping her tears out the window.
He turned around and told Mi Yanyan, "Girl, the rain has stopped. It might be a good day to go up the mountain tomorrow."
The rain stopped, why did the rain stop? She hadn’t heard enough.
Shi Jingzhou rubbed Mi Yanyan's cheek and whispered, "How about we sneak out for a while? We've been making a fuss all day, let the old man rest for a while."
Mi Yanyan glanced at Aunt Qian, she smiled and waved her hand, and reminded: "I'll be on guard, come back early, you still have to get up early tomorrow."
Shi Jingzhou took the scarf from the coat rack, wrapped it around her neck twice, and walked out holding her hand.
He drove slowly, and Mi Yanyan dozed off in the passenger seat. The night in South City had never been so quiet. The speed was not high, but it was a rare moment of peace and tranquility in so many days.
"Xiaoyan, wake up."
Mi Yanyan opened her eyes.
The car was placed in a huge automatic car wash machine, and the overwhelming flow of water washed the glass, forming a blurry water wall in front of the eyes.
Shi Jingzhou turned off the air conditioner, and the temperature inside the car was no different from when the windows were open in winter.
The clattering sound was mixed with the mechanical rhythm of the machines. The engines were turned off and all the lights were off, leaving only the scattered moonlight outside.
Much like her favorite scene, it was an artificial storm.
"Automatic car wash, time of your choice."
After Shi Jingzhou finished speaking, he turned around and stopped looking at her.
In the dim environment, her sight was focused and dispersed, and Mi Yanyan couldn't suppress her nasal tears when she heard his deep voice again.
"Cry if you want to."
==
At four o'clock in the morning, Mi Yanyan woke up in the bedroom in the compound. Shi Jingzhou was squatting beside the bed and calling her, holding a black suit in his hands.
"Get up, it's time to go."
She responded and went to the bathroom. In the mirror, her eyes were swollen than walnuts and her head was dizzy. She only remembered that she had wet Shi Jingzhou's shirt with tears and finally wiped all her snot and tears in his arms.
The person behind her, already dressed in a new outfit, came over silently to braid her hair. His technique was clumsy, occasionally tugging at the edges. Seeing her brows furrow slightly, he quickly loosened it, and her hair fell again.
Mi Yanyan took the rubber band and saw a faint dark blue mark under his eyes. She felt sorry for him and forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I can do it."
The toothpaste was squeezed and handed to her, and she took it.
A wet towel was handed to her and she wiped her face.
After everything was packed up, Shi Jingzhou pushed the door open first. Suddenly, he was hugged tightly around the waist. Mi Yanyan wrapped her arms around him like a little sloth and whispered thank you.
She heard the people from the funeral company waiting at the door, talking to the relatives about precautions. She was the one who would be seeing her grandfather off for the last time today.
Without Shi Jingzhou, everything would go on as usual, but there would be some regrets.
From the argument in the hospital corridor, to making her cry at the car wash, to now when the dust has settled, he has done everything a husband could do, and more.
Shi Jingzhou turned around silently, stroked her hair, and tucked the scattered strands back behind her ears one by one.
"You're my wife, no need to say thank you."
Mi Yanyan's heart was suddenly filled with warmth, and she asked, "What did Grandpa say last? Is there anything he wanted to bring to me?"
Shi Jingzhou hesitated to speak, and after thinking for a moment, he recalled the few words of advice the old man had said to him with all his strength while holding his hand before his death. His eyes turned red, his throat became dry, and he choked several times.
He came into contact with medicine at the age of eighteen and took over Ruisi at the age of twenty-four. He met countless people under Shi Huaizhi and was in charge of the livelihoods of tens of thousands of employees in the company. He knew that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, but he was determined to take every step.
But the short ten minutes in the ward made him feel the weight and difficulty of responsibility as never before.
He still remembered the old man speaking with difficulty.
——
Jingzhou, when I leave, Xiaoyan will only have you as her relative.
You must protect her, love her, and never let her down.
Shi Jingzhou hugged the person in his arms tightly and spoke slowly.
"Grandpa said that Xiaoyan is the best girl and that I should carefully protect her for the rest of my life. He loves you very much."
I love you too.
-----------------------
The author has something to say: Woo woo woo
Hug Xiaoyan, have you noticed that if someone is really kind to the heroine
Call her Xiaoyan, ordinary people are not worthy
Thank you all for the nutrient solution! I'll keep it in mind!
Welcome to cultivate Wen Zai Miao. See you at 12 noon the day after tomorrow!
I will update daily after I become a v-player. Thank you all and wish you a good mood.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
