Yiyi is 'Kuaiyu's' nickname, the name her mother often called her when she was little. By combining all the factors and eliminating the least likely possibility, the truth emerges.
At this moment, 'Fast Fish Nickname' could understand why Wan Jiao mentioned hibiscus flowers.
Wan Jiao, you are truly a master!
He had seen through everything long ago, but chose the least conspicuous way to let her fulfill her wish before she died.
"Mom," 'Quick Fish Nickname' called out to the middle-aged woman in front of him very carefully, "Mom, I miss you so much."
Although the old man could tell that the 'Quick Fish Nickname' looked almost exactly like his daughter, he was still worried that his daughter might be deceived.
He looked at 'Quick Fish Nickname' warily and said seriously, "Xiuqin, her background is unknown, you..."
Without saying a word, the middle-aged woman raised the hand of the woman with the nickname "Fast Fish" and pointed to a butterfly-shaped birthmark on the inside of her arm, saying to the old man, "Dad, this is Yiyi, and their birthmarks are exactly the same."
How could the old man forget this birthmark?
He burst into tears immediately, "Yiyi, is it really you?"
She has no memory of her grandfather's nickname "Fast Fish," but she knows that her grandfather, like her mother, loves her very, very much.
'Fast Fish Nickname' reunited with her maternal grandfather and mother for about twenty minutes before passing away. She had no regrets when she left, and a clear smile remained on her lips.
Wan Jiao knew that reuniting with her mother, whom she had been separated from for many years, was the greatest comfort in 'Fast Fish Nickname's' life, which had been tormented by illness.
After disconnecting from the 'Quick Fish Nickname', Wan Jiao almost immediately felt the pure and powerful energy of merit flowing in from all directions.
She absorbed it quietly.
She knew that it contained gratitude from 'Quick Fish Nickname' as a human being, as well as gratitude from his mother and grandfather, and gratitude from 'Quick Fish Nickname' as a ghost after his death.
[I don't know why, but seeing Miss Yiyi pass away in her long-lost mother's arms, I actually felt that it was somehow good... It's clearly a tragedy, so why did I feel that it was so good? Am I going crazy?]
[Hey bro upstairs, you're not alone, I feel the same way.]
To be honest, I also think this is the best outcome for Miss Yiyi.
Amidst the flurry of comments in the live stream and the heavy thoughts of the viewers, Shen Songling had already arrived at the private hospital under the Shen Group.
He is the current head of the Shen Group. As soon as he appeared, the entire hospital greeted him with utmost respect and great fanfare, "Hello, President Shen!"
Shen Songling nodded in response, then looked at Dean Zhou, who was at the head of the group, and asked, "Which ward is she in?"
"President Shen, please follow me!" Dean Zhou made a respectful gesture of invitation.
Shen Songling grunted in agreement and took the lead in walking towards the inpatient department, with Dean Zhou following closely behind like a lackey.
However, it's not hard to understand.
After all, it's a private hospital. Whether it's the hospital director or the medical staff, if they want to keep their jobs, they have to be 200% respectful to their sugar daddy, Shen Songling!
Who doesn't know that Shen Songling, the head of the Shen Group, has difficulty walking and has been in a wheelchair for a long time due to some reasons? Now, seeing him walking with such a powerful and imposing presence, it would be a lie to say that they weren't shocked.
As soon as Shen Songling followed Dean Zhou to his wife Mo Sen's ward, the hospital staff began whispering and gossiping among themselves.
"Isn't President Shen paralyzed and unable to walk? Am I hallucinating, or am I daydreaming? How can he walk with such a brisk pace?"
"Please, you work at our hospital and you don't even know that Mr. Shen's inability to walk is due to psychological issues?"
"Judging from Mr. Shen's current condition, it seems that his psychological problems have been cured."
"Does anyone know what President Shen came to the hospital for today? He was carrying a gift box that looked really precious..."
"Mr. Shen came to the hospital, of course, to see the president's wife."
"Um, but the president's wife isn't at the hospital either..."
"Who said the president's wife isn't here? She had minor surgery and was just transferred to a ward. Didn't you know?"
"..."
…
Mo Sen was still under the effects of the anesthesia, but strangely enough, she woke up as soon as Shen Songling entered the ward, looking warily at the man sitting beside her bed. "Why are you here?"
Shen Songling looked at Dean Zhou, his meaning self-evident.
Dean Zhou understood and quickly said, "President Shen, Madam, you two chat. Call me if you need anything."
Once only Shen Songling and Mo Sen remained in the spacious, luxurious hospital room, Shen Songling's Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Sen'er, let's not fight anymore, okay?"
Mo Sen paused for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "Shen Songling, you know we can't go back."
From the moment he developed severe psychological problems after saving her and was confined to a wheelchair, it was destined that she would owe him a debt she could never repay.
Such an unequal marital relationship is bound to end sooner or later; it's just a matter of "sooner or later"...
For more than a year, the couple slept in the same bed but dreamed different dreams every night, neither of them mentioning separation or divorce. It was just that the passionate love they once shared was still lingering in their minds.
But...where can one find eternal love?
Feelings are the most unreliable thing; they can be completely exhausted in a short time.
From ancient times to the present, without exception!
Mosen was unwilling to wait until that day.
She hoped that her last memories of each other with Shen Songling would still be filled with love.
That way, when you're old and look back, you won't have so many regrets.
"Sen'er, do you still love me?"
Do you still love Shen Songling?
Mosen's answer was yes.
Can……
“Shen Songling, we’re not teenagers anymore, what good is your love? I…”
Before Mo Sen could finish speaking, Shen Songling abruptly stood up from his seat, looking expectantly at her pale but still beautiful face that made his heart tremble. He asked her, "Sen'er, don't you want to know how I got to the hospital?"
The moment Shen Songling stood up, Mo Sen felt something explode in his mind.
But before she could think it through, Shen Songling spoke again.
He then asked, "Aren't you curious why I'm not in a wheelchair?"
Mo Sen felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and his heart pounded and his breath caught in his throat.
She looked at him, remaining silent for a long time.
Shen Songling and Mo Sen have been married for five years. In this world, if he dares to say that he is the second person who understands her best, then no one dares to claim that he is the first.
She needs some time to think it over.
And he was willing to give her some time.
"I'm going to the restroom."
After Shen Songling finished speaking, he went to the bathroom attached to the ward, giving Mo Sen no chance to respond.
Leaning against the bathroom door, Shen Songling took out his phone, weighed the pros and cons, hesitated for a while, and then asked Wan Jiao to make a call...
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