Chapter 21
Tang Miao passed away. On the second day of the New Year, Tang Miao passed away.
She wore her favorite white plain dress, put on careful makeup, and jumped down from the top floor of the villa like a butterfly.
The first person to see the scene was a gardener who had just gotten up to water the flowers. He said it was just daybreak when he heard a loud noise behind him. He went over and saw it was Tang Miao. He quickly called an ambulance, but the person died in the car.
Yan Yuheng was pulled out of bed by Yan Yuan. Before he could tidy up his messy hair, he saw Pei Man standing at the door of his room, emotionally broken and crying. He was shocked, "What's wrong, Dad? What happened at home?"
Pei Man covered her mouth with her hand, tightly grasped her collar with her other hand, slowly squatted down, fell to the ground and sobbed.
Yan Yuan helped Pei Man up and let her lean against him. He stroked her back and comforted her softly, "Okay, you're pregnant now, so don't get too excited." Then he looked at Yan Yuheng with a serious expression, his voice trembling slightly, "Your Aunt Tang Miao...she...passed away..." Yan Yuan steadied his voice and continued, "Her housekeeper called your mother this morning and said she committed suicide by jumping off a building. She passed away in the ambulance."
Yan Yuheng was struck by lightning, and the dam in his heart collapsed instantly. Tears flowed like a flood, and he said intermittently, "You, are you kidding me... Aunt Sanshui is gone... How could she leave? How could she leave Xiaosen and go away alone?" Yan Yuheng rushed back to the room like a madman and picked up his phone, "I'm going to call Xiaosen now. You, you must be kidding me."
Pei Man screamed and cried out, "I hope this is a joke even more than you do!"
Yan Yuan quickly hugged Pei Man tightly, "Yan Yuheng, we can only accept reality. It has already happened, and what we need to do is take good care of the survivors."
Yan Yuheng's hands were shaking as he opened his phone tremblingly. As soon as he opened it, he saw Tang Miao's chat box in front of him. Tang Miao had sent him a message.
Yan Yuheng's pupils contracted sharply, and he tremblingly clicked on the chat box, his lips trembling uncontrollably, "Dad... Mom... Come quickly, Aunt Sanshui sent me a message."
Pei Man almost rushed over, holding Yan Yuheng's phone tightly as if she wanted to stare a hole in it.
Tang Miao: [Xiao Yan, this may be the last message I send you. I want to entrust my child to you, letting him live his life the way he wants. It sounds irresponsible, doesn't it? As I reach the end of my life, I suddenly look back and realize that all fame and fortune have turned to dust, and all grudges and hatreds have dissipated in the wind. I keep telling myself to be patient, just a little longer, and maybe things will get better soon, but things don't go as planned. My life feels like a scam, and everything I pursued has become a fleeting cloud. What worries me most is Xiao Sen. He's a very lovely child, and he's always been a relief to me. He might not be able to accept my departure, so I hope you can comfort him and give him some strength. And I'm sorry to your mother, too. We once agreed to travel the world together, but unfortunately, I left her behind. Man Man, don't feel too bad for me. This may be a kind of relief for me.]
Pei Man tightly grasped Yan Yuheng's arm, holding his cell phone in her hand. Tears blurred her eyes. She completely lost control and shouted at the top of her lungs, but no matter how she shouted, that man would not come back.
The next time Yan Yuheng saw Mo Yousen was at Tang Miao's funeral. No one knew what he had experienced in the past two days. He just knelt quietly in front of Tang Miao's tombstone, his eyes empty and lifeless, as if all his soul had been sucked out.
Everyone was dressed in black, and the scent of incense and paper ash filled the air. A smiling photo of Tang Miao was printed on the tombstone, gently looking at everyone who came before her. Someone nearby couldn't help but burst into tears. Yan Yuheng didn't recognize him, but he must have been someone Tang Miao knew well.
Jiang Ting and Zhang Qianyi stood solemnly and dignifiedly with Yan Yuheng. They accompanied Mo Yousen on both sides. Tang Tianlin, leaning on a crutch, lay on Tang Miao's tombstone and cried hoarsely in grief.
Mo Guozheng stood beside Tang Tianlin and stretched out his arm to support him, but Mo Yousen turned his head and looked at him coldly with a dagger-like gaze. Mo Guozheng felt embarrassed, touched his nose and withdrew his arm awkwardly.
Sadness surged like a tidal wave, sweeping over everyone who came to bid farewell. After the funeral, Yan Yuheng and Zhang Qianyi helped Mo Yousen up. Mo Yousen glared at Mo Guozheng standing beside him and said, "Get out of here! You don't deserve to be here."
Mo Guozheng knew he was in the wrong, so he snorted, pointed at Mo Yousen twice, and turned away angrily.
Yan Yuheng was puzzled. He didn't know what had happened to the Mo family, but he thought it must be related to Mo Guozheng.
Mo Yousen leaned over and supported Tang Tianlin's frail body, "Grandpa, let's go home first."
Drops of sorrowful tears fell from Tang Tianlin's eyes and crossed his wrinkled cheeks. His voice became hoarse from crying, and every cry was filled with pain and sadness from the bottom of his heart. "How could he get depression? Ah? Miaomiao was such a cheerful child when she was young, why did she get depression?"
Mo Yousen's eyes dimmed and he pursed his lips. He had promised Tang Miao not to tell her and not to let his grandfather worry. "Grandpa, Mom is too tired, so she wants to rest."
I will not let go of anyone who has hurt my mother, so don't worry, grandpa.
Mo Yousen clenched his fists and suppressed his impulse. Yan Yuheng rubbed the top of his head and whispered in his ear, "Let's go home first. It's cold outside. Grandpa is old, so let him go home first. Let's go."
"Why should I leave? Mom! Are you being reasonable?" Qiu Jinyu was throwing a tantrum at Qiu Lingzhi in her own home. Oh no, she should call her Mo Jinyu now. "Isn't it just because his wife died? Why did he kick us out? It's all that brat's fault. He looks like a woman. I get annoyed just by looking at him!"
"Oh, my dear son, we're just here to hide for a while. If that old man finds out about this, we'll get nothing!" Qiu Lingzhi patted Mo Jinyu's hand with her rough palm, her eyes filled with gloom and calculation. "Just bear with it for a few more days, my dear son."
Mo Guozheng handled the matter very cleanly. He told outsiders that the child died of depression. He sent the mother and son back to their original residence in time and used money to shut the servants up.
Tang Tianlin cried all the way from Hangzhou after learning the news of Tang Miao's death. Perhaps he was tired of crying, so he fell asleep in Tang Miao's room holding Tang Miao's childhood photo.
Yan Yuheng pulled Mo Yousen back to Mo Yousen's room, took a deep breath and took out his mobile phone, "Senbao, Aunt Sanshui sent me a message before she left, do you want to see it?"
Mo Yousen's eyes were dull and he stretched out his hand mechanically. Yan Yuheng opened the chat box and gently placed it in his hand. Mo Yousen didn't want to miss a word and read a paragraph for twenty minutes.
Yan Yuheng couldn't bear it, so he held him in his arms and rubbed his chin on the top of his head. Mo Yousen couldn't bear it anymore, so he tightly grasped Yan Yuheng's arms and burst into tears. His roar seemed to shake through the roof.
Jiang Ting and Zhang Qianyi sat downstairs and listened to Mo Yousen's crying with their hearts tightened. How could such a thing happen?
Zhang Qianyi lowered his head, his lips tightly pursed, suppressing his emotions as tears quietly overflowed from his eyes. Jiang Ting sniffed, took out a tissue from her bag, and lifted Zhang Qianyi's chin with her index finger. She wiped his face with the tissue twice. Jiang Ting's vision had already blurred, and she said in a nasal voice, "Okay, let's be strong. Aunt Sanshui will definitely not bear to see us like this..."
Tang Miao illuminated each of them like the sun, radiating a gentle light at all times and in all circumstances. She always smiled softly, her hand covering her mouth, like the warm June sunshine. She possessed a heart so big that nothing could ever break her, her face always smiling and tender. She healed everyone, but seemed to have forgotten to heal herself.
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