Chapter 19 The era of the Ming family has come to an end
It took a long time for Mingzhu to get rid of the overwhelming grief.
The rapid breathing slowly calmed down.
She sat quietly in the chair.
His fingers gently touched the slightly warm metal surface of the pocket watch.
The old housekeeper stood by, silently accompanying Mingzhu.
"Uncle Zhou."
Mingzhu suddenly spoke, her voice still hoarse from crying.
She looked at the pocket watch in her hand.
Although grandpa did not explain in detail how to use it.
But she would definitely have to find a completely quiet place to try it first.
"Miss?"
The old butler raised his head, his red eyes also filled with sadness.
"I want to give it a try."
Mingzhu took a deep breath, her desire to see her grandfather again reaching its peak.
"Please go and guard outside first."
The old butler didn't ask any more questions.
He unconditionally carried out all the tasks assigned to him by the Ming family.
I wouldn't even have the slightest desire for this pocket watch that could go back in time.
At his age, he has already lived enough.
I also understand that some precious gifts are destined.
That pocket watch carries the old owner's deepest love for his granddaughter.
Not anyone can get involved.
"good."
The old butler nodded slightly and slowly walked out of the study.
The moment the door closed.
He took a last look at Mingzhu's thin and delicate profile.
Just after the study door was completely closed.
Not long after, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone through the crack in the door.
The golden light was dazzling but pure.
With a strangeness that cannot be explained by science.
The old butler stood there in a daze, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Old Master...Miss..."
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but it was trembling badly.
The golden light gradually dissipated.
The study became deathly silent again.
The old housekeeper stood outside the door and did not dare to push it open to check.
His hand was hanging on the door handle, not letting it fall.
But then he changed his mind.
If only that pocket watch could go back in time.
So the young lady should have returned to the old man now, right?
Think of this.
A happy smile appeared on the old butler's face again.
It is a great blessing to live to this age and finally receive such good comfort.
A long time passed and no sound came from the study.
The old butler raised his trembling hand and gently knocked on the heavy wooden door.
"Miss?"
He called softly, a hint of caution in his voice.
No one answered in the room.
The door handle was gently pressed.
Following the old butler's action of pushing the door.
The furnishings in the study slowly appeared before my eyes.
Nothing has changed.
Only on the carved armchair.
The figure that was originally sitting has disappeared.
The old butler stood there, tears flowing uncontrollably again, but suddenly laughed.
He walked slowly towards the desk.
I found that the pocket watch was still quietly lying on the table.
But the original warm luster on the dial has disappeared.
Now it looks like just an ordinary antique pocket watch that is a bit old.
"Now I, an old man, am the only one left..." the old butler murmured softly.
He picked up the pocket watch and could feel a trace of warmth still remaining on it.
Carefully put the pocket watch back into the sandalwood box.
With the sound of the safe door being locked, it was sealed again.
Destroy all the notes left by Mr. Ming.
Then someone was arranged to deliver Mingzhu's signed divorce agreement to Sheng Yuan.
After everything was arranged, the old butler took a last look at the manor that carried so many memories.
As the main building's door slowly closed, the era of the Ming family came to an end.
The old butler stood on the steps, looking at the orange-red sunset in the sky, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The cool night wind blew his white hair.
He left with an almost inaudible sigh.
Lin Huaiyan is going home early today to have lunch with his son.
When I got home, I bent down and picked up the little one who was standing in front of the TV.
"Piggy, what are you looking at?"
"Dad...Dad, cartoons."
The little guy answered in a baby voice, pointing at the screen with his cute round little hands.
Lin Huaiyan gently rubbed the child's hair: "Does it look good?"
"Good... looks good!" The little guy nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling.
Several nannies standing by watched this happy scene with smiles on their faces.
Lin Huaiyan and his wife do not have a deep relationship.
But he is indeed a competent father.
"Your godmother is coming to see you in the next two days."
Lin Huaiyan was playing with the child, wondering if Mingzhu was free to come visit in the next two days.
"Mom?" The little guy tilted his head, looking innocent. "Is it delicious?"
Lin Huaiyan couldn't help laughing: "She is a beautiful sister."
"Is she as pretty as her mother?"
Children always have lots of questions.
"Just as beautiful."
Lin Huaiyan has always respected his wife in front of his children.
"Yeah, I like pretty sisters!"
The little guy clapped his hands happily.
But just when the father and son were playing.
I don't know what button I accidentally touched on the remote control, but the TV screen suddenly changed.
"According to our latest news, the elderly man was found dead at home at 8:00 this morning. Investigation revealed him to be Zhou Sen, the former housekeeper of Shanghai business tycoon Ming Hutian. It was his nanny who alerted the police..."
"Suicide... the old man has been retired for many years... no children..."
Lin Huaiyan's smile froze on his face and he stared blankly at the TV screen.
He could no longer hear what the reporter said.
Lin Huaiyan stood up suddenly.
It wasn't until I felt the weight of the little child in my arms that I came to my senses.
He lowered his head to comfort his well-behaved son and said softly, "Be good, Piggy. Daddy has something to go out for."
Lin Huaiyan dialed Mingzhu's number as he walked.
But after calling many times, there was still only a busy tone in the receiver.
The old housekeeper is very important to Mingzhu.
After the passing of Mr. Ming, I lost someone close to me again.
He was worried that Mingzhu wouldn't be able to bear it.
Since I can’t get through to Mingzhu’s phone.
Lin Huaiyan could only deal with the old housekeeper's body first.
The old man committed suicide and left a will.
All the property under his name was donated to poor areas.
But he had met the old butler at the Ming family the day before yesterday.
At that time he did not see the old man as if he would commit suicide.
Besides, the pearl is still there.
The old housekeeper will definitely take care of her until the last moment.
How could he commit suicide?
Lin Huaiyan had already vaguely sensed some problems.
But I'm not sure.
I called Mingzhu again, but still no one answered.
Feeling uneasy, he drove straight to Ming's house.
The automatic iron gate outside the manor could still recognize his license plate, but the main building was pitch black.
The door was locked and not a single light was on.
Lin Huaiyan's heart sank, and he turned to call Sheng Yuan.
The first call was hung up, the second, the third...
Lin Huaiyan kept calling as long as he couldn't get through.
Finally, Sheng Yuan's impatient voice finally came from the other end of the phone: "Lin Huaiyan, you'd better have something important to say."
"Where is Mingzhu?" Lin Huaiyan asked straight to the point.
Sheng Yuan sneered.
He had long been annoyed by Lin Huaiyan's constant phone calls.
"Who are you to ask about my wife's whereabouts?"
"I don't have time to argue with you." Lin Huaiyan's voice was tense as he quickly explained the reason. "Uncle Zhou was found dead at home this morning. Where's Mingzhu? Did you take her back to Beijing?"
After all, Sheng Yuan doesn't look like someone who would do such a thing.
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.
A few seconds later, Sheng Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed, and his voice changed completely.
"What did you say?"
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