Chapter 453 The Best Time
Sheng family.
Ever since Mr. Sheng came back from the hospital, he has been complaining about not feeling well, and his private doctor comes for routine check-ups every morning.
"Mr. Sheng, you are just too impatient. You must relax and not be impatient." The private doctor put away his stethoscope and said gently, "Besides, the weather has been hot recently, so you need to rest and not get angry."
Old Master Sheng had a solemn expression on his face, his hands covering his chest, which was still aching slightly.
Old Madam Sheng stood by, holding a silk handkerchief in her hand, carefully wiping the sweat from his forehead, and sighed softly: "It has been a turbulent time recently, and the old man must be feeling uneasy."
Just as he finished speaking, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside. The person hurried to the door, saw the situation in the room, and immediately slowed down and took a few steps back, for fear of disturbing Mr. Sheng's rest.
Old Madam Sheng glanced outside calmly and adjusted her stance slightly to block Old Man Sheng's sight.
But Mr. Sheng was not someone who could be easily fooled. He took the hot towel handed to him by the servant, wiped the sweat on both sides of his cheeks, and said, "What happened outside again? Are you still planning to hide it from me?"
"Grandpa, don't forget what the doctor said. Don't worry too much and rest your body." Old Mrs. Sheng had a well-maintained face full of concern.
Old Master Sheng waved his hand, signaling the people outside to come in.
"Old sir, Mr. Sheng, he, he--" The person who came was the elderly butler Sheng, followed by Sheng Hui who hurried over, as if he wanted to stop butler Sheng from saying the next words so as not to irritate old man Sheng.
"Mr. Sheng, he's dying!" However, it was too late. Sheng Hui failed to stop Butler Sheng from crying out in pain.
This sound was like a sharp arrow that hit Mr. Sheng's heart. He was already feeling pain in his heart and was not feeling well. His eldest grandson had just been out of danger in the hospital, and now his eldest son was about to pass away.
Old Master Sheng believed that he had devoted all his life to the three continents of the Sheng family and had never done anything evil. So why did God not let him go and made him face the pain of seeing his child die?
He was indeed somewhat partial, but that didn't mean he had no feelings for his first wife's son. After all, he was his first son and had brought much glory to the Sheng family.
“Cheng, Cheng’er…” Old Master Sheng covered his chest tightly, and his breath seemed to be taken away in an instant.
"Mr. Sheng!" The doctors were horrified upon seeing this and rushed over in a panic.
Old Master Sheng took a breath with difficulty and almost suffocated. He was helped to get off the bed, but after taking a few steps, his old body fell to the ground with a bang.
"Old man!"
"Father!"
......
"The old man's health is getting worse and worse. It's more serious than I expected. He has been working at a high pressure for decades, which has overwhelmed his body. The successive blows have overwhelmed him."
The private doctor has been with Mr. Sheng for many years, and he always feels a little regretful when he talks about it. Even a young and influential figure like Mr. Sheng will also grow old one day.
"Mrs. Sheng, you and your family must be mentally prepared at all times."
These words were almost a death sentence for Mr. Sheng. Mrs. Sheng ordered the housekeeper to send the guests away and locked herself in the study.
"Mother." Sheng Hui pushed open the door and nodded.
He saw that Old Lady Sheng still had a look of grief on her face, sitting upright on the antique carved golden nanmu armchair that Old Man Sheng usually sat on. The round back of the chair was connected to the armrests, running straight down from high to low, with a majestic aura, demonstrating her supreme identity and status.
This position belongs exclusively to Mr. Sheng. Mrs. Sheng leaned back calmly on the armchair and said, "I've heard about the situation in the hospital."
They sent people to the hospital to check on the situation. Mrs. Sheng had to be very careful to get to where she is today. The variable Jiang Zhiyue was a temporary part of the plan.
Faced with this variable, Old Lady Sheng had to be more cautious. She issued two instructions, to check Sheng Huaian's injuries, or to get rid of him if there was a chance.
The killer accomplished the former, which was in line with Mrs. Sheng's prediction. If the killer really succeeded, Mrs. Sheng would start to suspect that there was a trick.
"Mother, according to the report from the people I arranged outside, the entire hospital has been sealed off. Many doctors were implicated when they arrested people. Huai'an's injuries cannot be faked."
Sheng Hui pondered for a while, looking serious.
"I know it in my heart, otherwise I would not have asked the housekeeper to inform Shengcheng of the matter." Old Madam Sheng leaned back, fiddling with the few strands of silver hair scattered on her shoulders. Time is unforgiving. Not only Mr. Sheng cannot escape aging, but she is the same.
"Everyone saw it just now. Your father fell into a coma due to anger." Mrs. Sheng said in a deep voice.
Sheng Hui suppressed his excitement. Compared to Mr. Sheng who adhered to the doctrine of the mean, he admired Mrs. Sheng more, who was cautious in every step but dared to take a gamble like a gambler.
"Mother, you have been waiting for this day for more than thirty years."
They will do something great and open a new milestone.
The closer the day gets, unlike Old Lady Sheng who is hesitant and cautious, Sheng Hui, who is in his middle age, is full of ambitions and hegemony, which drives him to take bigger steps and move towards the destination.
Old Mrs. Sheng picked up her writing brush, dipped it in ink, pondered for a moment, and then wrote the word "静" in vigorous and powerful strokes.
"Mother, what are you still hesitating about?" Sheng Hui couldn't help but say, "Father has signed the document appointing the holder. Now is the best opportunity that comes once in a lifetime."
"As long as my father dies, the Sheng family——"
Before he finished speaking, Old Lady Sheng's expression became stern, "Don't let me hear such words at home. In my plan, everyone will appear, but Jiang Zhiyue will not appear."
"She must die, then I can rest assured."
One thought leads to heaven, one thought leads to hell.
Old Madam Sheng couldn't afford to take the risk, and her face became more ruthless. "Tell Jun'er to be ready. When he succeeds, we..."
She didn't finish her words. The Sheng family has been unable to choose an heir, and the three continents cannot be without a master for a day. According to local regulations, if the current head of the family dies and no heir is chosen, Sheng Hui has the right to inherit the family business.
But what she wanted was not the Sheng family.
......
Jiang Zhiyue had an inexplicable bad feeling.
Just as Sheng Huaian's crisis was resolved, he received news from the sanatorium that his father's condition had taken a turn for the worse and was on the verge of dying.
Time is extremely tight, and the footsteps of death are approaching step by step.
Standing in front of the bed, she held Sheng Huaian's hand tightly. Even with him on a ventilator, his young and handsome face looked unspeakably calm.
He placed all his trust in her without reservation.
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