Chapter 139 Is this retribution?
When Qin Yancheng arrived with Qiao Xingjia, the door to the emergency room had just opened.
Director Wang came out, took off his mask, and shook his head with a solemn expression.
"I'm sorry, we did our best."
In an instant, the world seemed to fall completely silent.
Bai Jianwen's legs went weak, but Wen Jingxi quickly supported her, "Teacher's wife!"
"Ah Shu, our Ah Shu..." Bai Jianwen cried, covering her mouth. "Our Ah Shu was so young, how could she just leave like this? It can't be, Director Wang, I beg you, please, save her again..."
"Teacher Bai, please accept my condolences. I really did my best."
Fu Siyan stood there, stunned.
In my ears, I could hear Director Wang explaining to Bai Jianwen why Shen Qingshu couldn't be saved...
Bai Jianwen was unwilling to accept it.
The cries echoed in his ears.
Fu Siyan did not believe it.
How could Shen Qingshu possibly be dead?
Fu Siyan smiled, but his eyes were terribly red. "It's impossible, I don't believe it..."
He murmured to himself as he walked past Director Wang toward the emergency room.
Seeing this, Qin Yancheng immediately let go of Qiao Xingjia and chased after Fu Siyan, grabbing him and asking, "What are you doing?"
Fu Siyan turned around and saw Qin Yancheng. As if seeing a lifeline, he said anxiously, "You're here just in time. They said Shen Qingshu is dead. How could that be?"
Qin Yancheng frowned at him, "Fu Siyan, calm down..."
"Shen Qingshu must have faked her death to get rid of me."
Fu Siyan sneered, "She's definitely afraid I'll take her daughter away from her, so she resorted to trickery. She hates me so much, it's normal for her to use such an extreme method to get rid of me..."
"Fu Siyan, stop talking." Qin Yancheng said gravely. "This is a legitimate hospital; they wouldn't do something like this..."
"I don't believe it!" Fu Siyan took a step back and said, "What she cares about most right now is her daughter. As long as I bring her daughter back to Beicheng, she will obediently go back to Beicheng. Yes, I'm going to bring my daughter back..."
Fu Siyan muttered to himself and turned to walk towards the neonatal ward.
"Fu Siyan!"
Qin Yancheng stepped forward and grabbed him, "Open your eyes and look! Look at what that is?!"
Fu Siyan turned around—
The nurse wheeled Shen Qingshu out of the emergency room.
The light, heavy blanket on the gurney was covered with a white sheet.
Fu Siyan's pupils contracted sharply!
"Impossible..." He shook his head, his tall body seemingly frozen in place, unable to move.
Bai Jianwen threw herself onto Shen Qingshu's body, sobbing, "Ah Shu, Ah Shu, wake up! Now that you're gone, the children will have no mother. How could you be so heartless? Ah Shu, please wake up..."
Wen Jingxi was also crying uncontrollably, and with trembling hands gently lifted the white cloth.
Under the white cloth, the woman's eyes were closed, calm and serene.
When Qiao Xingjia saw Shen Qingshu's face, her pupils widened, and a suffocating pain shot through her heart!
She clutched her chest and crouched down, instinctively bursting into tears along with Bai Jianwen—
The sound of grief-stricken cries echoed outside the emergency room.
Shen Qingshu, lying on the gurney, showed no reaction.
She is asleep, forever asleep.
The sorrow and pain of this world can no longer hurt her.
Bai Jianwen cried as she covered Shen Qingshu with the white sheet again. "Ashu, go now. I know you're tired. Go quickly, catch up with the baby, and take the baby to find your mother. When you're reunited, remember to visit your godmother in a dream..."
Hearing Bai Jianwen's words, Qiao Xingjia cried even harder!
She didn't understand why she was so sad, but she just couldn't control it; she felt as if her heart was being cut open with a knife.
Fu Siyan stared blankly at all of this.
A sharp pain shot through his heart, as if someone had suddenly shot him in the chest.
Blood kept gushing out from that gap!
Blood and qi surged within his chest, causing the man's tall frame to sway slightly.
"Cough cough—"
Fu Siyan clutched his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood!
Qin Yancheng was shocked, "Fu Siyan!"
Fu Siyan knelt on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the pale, lifeless face of the woman on the gurney.
“Chen Qingshu…”
He murmured, stubbornly believing that she was not dead.
Stubbornly believing that all of this was just a woman putting on an act;
He stubbornly believed that the woman would open her eyes in the next second;
It's all a scam!
He couldn't believe it, he couldn't possibly believe it...
As darkness descended, he finally succumbed, his tall body crashing to the ground.
"Fu Siyan!"
Qin Yancheng's exclamation kept echoing in my ears.
In the last second before losing consciousness, he whispered, "I'm sorry..."
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"Shen Qingshu, would you like to have a wedding?"
In the long corridor of the dream, the man traps the woman between himself and the wall.
The man lowered his eyes, his narrow eyes filled with the deep darkness of the night.
The woman tilted her chin slightly, her beautiful eyes bright, filled with a gentle smile and an unconscious shyness. "I want to."
Her answer pleased the man.
That night, the man was somewhat drunk, and her words "I want" made him even more passionate and unrestrained. From late at night until dawn, they entwined themselves passionately, indulging in an unprecedented frenzy.
It was a beautiful night, so their child was born on that day.
Unfortunately, he found out too late.
Is this retribution?
From the depths of the dream's long corridor, a voice echoed—
"Fu Siyan, you are truly the most despicable person I have ever met."
“You have never faced the harm you have caused me, because from the very beginning, your assessment of me was only based on whether I could be used and whether I could take good care of Siyu. In this marriage, what you need is not a wife, but a suitable pawn.”
"The Ghanaian divorce ceremony is a ritual in which a couple who were once in love return to the place where they entered into marriage, wearing the wedding attire they wore at their wedding. It symbolizes returning to the place where they first fell in love, letting go of the past together, and ending everything."
"But Fu Siyan, we've never been in love, and we've never had a wedding ceremony, so this divorce ceremony of yours is destined to be nothing but a joke!"
"From this day forward, you, Fu Siyan, are merely the executioner who indirectly caused my mother's death. It's better if we never meet again!"
At the end of the corridor, Shen Qingshu, dressed in a white wedding gown, stood there.
He saw it and took a step to chase after it.
Shen Qingshu turned around and ran out of the corridor—
Fu Siyan followed her to that beach.
Fog rose over the sea, and Chen Qingshu stopped.
She stood in the mist, her voice cold and mournful.
"Fu Siyan, why won't you let me go? Those who gave birth to me, and those I gave birth to, all died because of you. Now that I'm dead, are you satisfied?"
"Fu Siyan, if there is an afterlife, I never want to meet you again!"
Accompanied by the woman's voice, the wedding dress burst into flames.
Fu Siyan's pupils contracted sharply, and he strode forward—
The flames completely engulfed Shen Qingshu and her wedding dress.
"Sink lightly and relieve!"
Fu Siyan woke up with a start, staring at the ceiling, his heart pounding and his breath coming in gasps.
"Young Master Fu." Shao Qing immediately stepped forward to greet him when he woke up, "You're finally awake."
Upon seeing Shao Qing, Fu Siyan regained full consciousness.
It was just a dream.
He breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, propping himself up on the bed.
Glancing around the unfamiliar hospital room, Fu Siyan pressed his aching temples. "What's wrong with me?"
"After you suddenly vomited blood and fainted that day, you had a persistent high fever and were in a coma for three days and three nights."
Three days and three nights?
Fu Siyan's heart sank. "What about Shen Qingshu?"
“Miss Shen…” Shao Qing lowered his head, “Miss Shen was cremated this morning, and the burial ceremony should be taking place now.”
"What did you say?!"
Fu Siyan immediately threw off the covers and got out of bed, shouting, "Who gave you permission to cremate her!"
Shao Qing replied cautiously, "Miss Shen's funeral arrangements were made by Teacher Bai and Teacher Jiang."
"I don't believe it!"
Fu Siyan pushed Shao Qing aside and walked towards the door.
"Shen Qingshu cares so much about her child. Her daughter is still alive, so she couldn't possibly be dead!"
"The young lady also passed away the day after Miss Shen died."
Fu Siyan stopped, slowly and stiffly turning his head, his dark eyes fixed on Shao Qing. "What did you say?"
Shao Qing looked grave. Fu Siyu's eyes seemed to want to devour him. He dared not meet Fu Siyan's gaze, lowered his head, and reported the truth.
"The little girl suffered from heart failure caused by acute respiratory distress syndrome. She was too young, and the doctors really did everything they could. Perhaps it was a mother-daughter bond... In any case, the little girl ultimately could not be saved."
"Impossible!" Fu Siyan's face darkened. "Shao Qing, do you know the consequences of deceiving me?"
"Young Master Fu, even if you gave me ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to lie to you about something like this!"
Fu Siyan sneered, "This is definitely a scam. Shen Qingshu must have put on an act to get rid of me!"
"If you don't trust others, you should at least trust me, right?" Qin Yancheng walked in from outside the ward. "See for yourself."
He handed a stack of documents to Fu Siyan.
Fu Siyan looked at Qin Yancheng, who was dressed entirely in black, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked with difficulty, "What is this?"
"Shen Qingshu and her sister's medical records, death certificates, cremation records that just came out this morning, and the location of their cemetery."
Fu Siyan looked down at the thick stack of documents in front of him.
He didn't have the courage to accept it.
Qin Yancheng reminded him, "If you go now, you can still make it to their funeral."
Fu Siyan closed his eyes tightly. "I'm not going."
Qin Yancheng frowned, left the stack of documents behind, and patted Fu Siyan on the shoulder. "Running away won't change anything. The dead can't be brought back to life. Right or wrong, it's all meaningless now."
Fu Siyan kept his eyes closed, his head bowed, and remained silent.
Qin Yancheng glanced at his clenched fists, pursed his lips and sighed, "Siyan, look ahead."
-
After the funeral, Bai Jianwen, who was crying so hard she almost fainted, got into the car with Jiang Wenjin's help.
The car door closed, and a cell phone rang inside the car.
Bai Jianwen wiped away her tears and eagerly pressed the answer button: "Mr. Cheng."
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