Chapter 270 Quietly Awaiting Death's Arrival
Shen Qingshu knew what he wanted to say. "Miss Song came to see me today."
Shao Qing was stunned for a moment, "So you... knew everything?"
"Yes, I know about Fu Siyan's situation."
Shao Qing's eyes lit up. "Would you be willing to help persuade Young Master Fu?"
Shen Qingshu said calmly, "I'm sorry."
The expectation in Shao Qing's eyes vanished instantly.
But he knew that Shen Qingshu had no obligation to persuade Fu Siyan anymore.
Moreover, Fu Siyan did not want Shen Qingshu to know.
If Fu Siyan knew that Shen Qingshu not only knew about it, but that they had secretly come to Shen Qingshu for help, he would probably be furious.
Shao Qing suppressed his emotions and nodded slightly to Shen Qingshu, "Miss Shen, I'll head back now."
Shen Qingshu looked at him and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get you something."
Shao Qing paused, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart. "Okay, I'll wait for you!"
Shen Qingshu turned and walked into the house.
She went back to her room, took out a photo album, and handed it to Shao Qing.
Shao Qing took the thick photo album.
Shen Qingshu said, "These are all the photos of Xiao Anning from birth to her first birthday. There is also a USB drive with short videos I recorded of Xiao Anning before she turned three. You can give this to Fu Siyan."
Shao Qing took the photo album, her eyes reddening.
"I know he's seriously ill, but you don't need to tell him. Just say it's a farewell gift from Xiao Anning. If he truly loves the child, why would he take another gamble for her sake?"
Shao Qing understood Shen Qingshu's good intentions and was deeply moved on behalf of Fu Siyan. "Miss Shen, thank you!"
Shen Qingshu said, "I just don't want my child to have any regrets."
Shao Qing nodded with red eyes, turned around and got into the car.
...
When Shen Qingshu returned to the living room, the two little ones were playing by themselves in the play area.
Wen Jingxi had brewed tea and was waiting for her.
Shen Qingshu walked over to the single sofa and sat down.
Wen Jingxi used tea tweezers to pick up a cup of hot tea and handed it to her, "Would it be useful to give him Xiao Anning's photo album?"
On the way back, Shen Qingshu had already told Wen Jingxi everything.
Of course, she skipped over Song Lanyin's explanation of the relationship between Fu Siyan and Zhou Yuchu.
She truly doesn't care anymore, and there's no point in bringing those things up again.
"That's all I can do." Shen Qingshu picked up her teacup and took a sip of tea.
Wen Jingxi glanced at Xiao Nian'an, who was playing with Xiao Anning, and after thinking for a moment, he looked at Shen Qingshu and said in a low voice, "Xiao Nian'an suddenly took the initiative to get close to me."
Shen Qingshu smiled and said, "He's become much bolder now."
"Yes, it's really quite different from when we first met."
Wen Jingxi paused for a moment, then added, "By the way, the Fu family went bankrupt."
Shen Qingshu paused in her act of putting down her teacup. "When did this happen?"
"The news just came out this morning."
Wen Jingxi took out his phone and opened the page. "Look, while we were away on a business trip for a week, quite a few big news stories have broken out in Beicheng!"
Shen Qingshu took the phone.
It takes two or three minutes to browse the news page.
"With the Fu family bankrupt, the Fu family is basically ruined." Wen Jingxi shook his head and sighed, "Fu Baisheng is truly a disgrace to the Fu family! With such a selfish and self-serving monster in the Fu family, no amount of wealth will be enough for him to squander!"
Shen Qingshu returned the phone to Wen Jingxi.
She didn't say anything, but she knew very well that what had happened to the Fu and Zhou families this week was all related to Fu Siyan.
Therefore, Fu Siyan should have accomplished everything he wanted to do.
Wen Jingxi looked at her and, seeing that she didn't speak, guessed what was going on in his mind.
“Fu Siyan left his personal assets to you and the two children, and also transferred Xiao Nian’an’s household registration to your side. Ashu, he has not left himself any way out at all.”
Shen Qingshu's eyelashes trembled slightly. "If he really leaves like this, giving up on himself, then he doesn't deserve the trust and reliance of his two children."
Wen Jingxi was taken aback.
After a long pause, he frowned, looked at Shen Qingshu, and asked softly, "If he wanted to see you one last time before he died, would you go?"
Shen Qingshu shook her head, her attitude remaining firm, "There's no need for that."
Wen Jingxi looked at Shen Qingshu, and after a moment, he sighed helplessly.
His wife, Ah Shu, has changed, but he doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
…
Nanxi Mansion.
The master bedroom is on the second floor.
Fu Siyan lay half-reclined on the bed, his handsome face devoid of color, his narrow eyes drooping, and his eyes devoid of energy.
Qin Yancheng and Song Lanyin stood at the foot of the bed, each offering a word of advice to him patiently.
The man, who was always arrogant and domineering, now lay here silently, calmly awaiting death.
The early August sunset refracted through the window, casting a red glow on the man's face, but it couldn't redden his pale, paper-white complexion.
The sound of a car came from the courtyard.
Shao Qing has returned.
Then came the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.
Soon, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Shao Qing came in, panting, carrying the photo album that Shen Qingshu had given her.
"Young Master Fu, Young Master Fu!"
He rarely acts so recklessly.
The man, who was about to fall into a deep sleep, was startled awake and opened his eyes to look at Shao Qing standing by the bed.
A man's brow furrows slightly as a subconscious reaction to worsening physical discomfort.
Shao Qing's eyes were red as she handed him the photo album, "Young Master Fu, please take a look at this!"
Qin Yancheng and Song Lanyin exchanged a glance.
Everyone guessed that what Shao Qing brought back must have been given by Shen Qingshu.
Fu Siyan still didn't react much.
Shao Qing added, "This is what the young lady asked me to give you."
Fu Siyan was stunned for a moment.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Who did you say...?"
"Little princess!" Shao Qing said urgently, "Little princess asked me to give you this photo album. It's a photo album of her from birth to her first birthday. Miss Shen found it."
Fu Siyan slowly raised his hand, wanting to reach for the photo album, but he didn't have the strength.
Shao Qing immediately put down the photo album, helped him sit up, and placed two pillows behind his back.
Fu Siyan leaned against the pillow, her hand with the IV needle still attached, and slowly flipped through the photo album.
The first picture is of Xiao Anning right after she was born, with the date noted on it.
The premature baby was tiny, with red and wrinkled skin, and was wearing a respirator in the incubator. It was heartbreaking to see.
Turn to the next page—
Xiao Anning is one month old;
Xiao Anning for two months;
Xiao Anning's 100-day celebration;
From Xiao Anning's birth to her first birthday, every month's changes are fully reflected in these photos.
As Fu Siyan looked at the photos, the corners of his eyes gradually reddened.
His trembling fingertips gently brushed across his daughter's adorable chubby face, and the promise he had made to her that night echoed in his mind.
[I'm a reasonable and good child! Daddy is busy with work, I can wait, but Daddy, you can't forget! I'm going to kindergarten for three years, you can't make me wait longer than three years!]
Yes, he also promised his daughter that he would personally take her to kindergarten.
The daughter said she could only wait for him for three years.
Because she will stop going to kindergarten in three years.
A child's childhood is so short; once it's missed, there's no chance to relive it in this lifetime.
He clearly agreed back then, but now he's going to be a cowardly deserter...
Fu Siyan's breathing became labored, and his heart pounded wildly, as if being stabbed by sharp blades.
A USB drive was also attached to the photo album.
Fu Siyan knew that there should be many videos of his daughter growing up inside.
He closed his eyes, his breath coming in inch by inch, enveloped in an indescribable pain.
Qin Yancheng, Song Lanyin, and Shao Qing quietly stayed by his side.
Fu Siyan pressed the photo album against her heart, hugging it tightly with both hands, her tears escalating from silent sobs to suppressed whimpers.
His once tall and imposing frame is now emaciated from illness, and even his grey silk pajamas look empty on him.
Even though he had never shed a tear before, when he was tormented by PTSD to the point of mental breakdown, he was now holding his daughter's photo album and crying like a helpless child.
He should have cried like that a long time ago.
When he was seven years old, he overheard his mother and uncle discussing how to cause an accident to make him a vegetable. He should have cried like that, but he didn't.
Fear and the instinct for survival suppressed a child's helplessness and weakness.
The cries from that day were locked inside a body called 'Fu Siyan'.
From that day on, Xiao Siyan died in the 'accident' that her mother failed to plan.
Twenty-five years later, Xiao Siyan, who had died, was brought back to life with her daughter's encouragement.
The sun gradually set.
The man's sobs gradually subsided.
Moonlight streamed in through the window.
In the dimly lit bedroom, a man's hoarse voice rang out: "Help me contact Dr. Song. I'm willing to try again."
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