Extreme Pampering After Marriage - Chapter 689

   “Hello…” She picked up the phone with a brisk voice and a smile on her lips.

  The person on the other end of the phone didn’t know what to say, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze, and even his arms fell down, and the phone slipped from his fingertips…

  Lu Heyun noticed her strangeness, closed the book, and asked solemnly, “What happened?”

  Mo Zhiyun looked at him sideways, his thick eyelashes trembling constantly, and his eye sockets gradually turned red.

   “Shen Qingbai…Shen Qingbai…” She opened her mouth, choked up several times, and finally finished with difficulty, “Shen Qingbai is gone.”

  Lu Heyun was startled, and after he realized it, he didn’t mind her being sad for Shen Qingbai, but raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, “Go and see him.”

  Mo Zhiyun turned his head sideways with red eyes and said nothing.

   “He has helped you and me. I can’t be discharged from the hospital yet. You send him for the last time.”

  Lu Heyun’s voice was gentle, “I will pay homage to him after I can be discharged from the hospital.”

  Mo Zhiyun nodded, “Yes”.

  Lu Heyun asked Cangming to go with her, and told her not to be too sad.

   After all, she is still pregnant, and it is easy to affect the hard-earned child.

  Mo Zhiyun went to Shen’s house, but saw only the mourning hall and photos, but not the body, and not many people came to express their condolences.

  Mrs. Shen was dressed in black, her eyes were swollen from crying, she knelt in front of the brazier and kept burning papers.

  Mo Zhiyun asked in a low voice, “Is Shen Qingbai already buried?”

  Madam Shen threw the paper in her hand into the brazier, looked up at her, and said hoarsely, “No.”

   “Then where is he?” The last time I saw Shen Qingbai was at the camping place, I didn’t expect that it would be the last time they met.

  She still wants to see him again.

Mrs. Shen smiled desolately, “There is no body, no body, he said he would leave me forever, so he didn’t even leave me a body, he just hates me so much, I have done so much for him, yet he hates me so much I…”

   Speaking of excitement, she burst into tears.

   Mo Zhiyun was confused, “What happened?”

  How could a good person suddenly disappear!

  Father Shen, who came down from upstairs, sighed heavily, “Shen Bai…he committed suicide.”

   Mo Zhiyun’s black and white pupils were shocked, “Suicide? How?”

  Father Shen, with gray hair all over his temples, lowered his head and said, “He committed suicide. There is his will at the scene. His body was donated to the Medical University, so there is no body, no cremation, and naturally no burial.”

   “Why?” Mo Zhiyun turned his head to look at Mrs. Shen who was in grief, “The last time I saw him, he was fine. How could he commit suicide? What did you do to him?”

  She didn’t believe that Shen Qingbai would commit suicide properly.

  Ms. Shen heard her doubts, raised her head with tears all over her face, and gritted her teeth: “What did I do to him? I am his mother, and I was born in October. What can I do to him?”

   “That’s enough.” Father Shen’s face was filled with pain, “If you hadn’t forced him to go on a blind date, if you hadn’t forced him to marry whose daughter, would he have embarked on this path?”

Mrs. Shen’s face was in disbelief, mixed with grief and anger, “Are you blaming me now? Who said that the surname Wang’s family background was not good? Who said that marrying a second marriage will be poked in the back in the future? I can’t afford to lose this person. Now that the son is gone, you blame me?”

  Father Shen was so questioned by her that he was speechless, sighed deeply, and walked away.

  Madam Shen covered her lips and wept bitterly.

  Mo Zhiyun wanted to say something else, but he swallowed it silently.

   Mrs. Shen’s desire to control Shen Qingbai is certainly hateful, but now she is just a mother who lost her child.

  She walked over and squatted down, picked up the Ming paper next to it, folded it, and put it in the brazier, watching the flames jumping in the brazier, she said silently: Shen Qingbai, go all the way.

Mrs. Shen gradually stopped sobbing, wiped her tears, looked at Mo Zhiyun who was burning paper for her son, and said in a hoarse voice: “I, I didn’t know he had depression… If I knew, I would definitely not force him… How can I Willing to force him…”

  She didn’t know that Shen Qingbai had depression, and she didn’t know how hard he lived. The ridiculous thing is that she forced him to a desperate situation.

  Mo Zhiyun knew that she wanted to say something to herself, so that she would feel better.

  But Mo Zhiyun didn’t want to say it.

   “Shen Qingbai has already left, what’s the point of saying this now?”

   “I…” Mrs. Shen opened her mouth, but fell silent again.

  Mo Zhiyun lowered his eyes, his eye sockets were reddened by the heat, “Did he leave any words?”

  Mrs. Shen shook her head with tears in her eyes, “His will only explained how to deal with the remains, and he didn’t leave us a word, not a single word.”

  How desperate he is, how much he hates them, that he doesn’t even leave a word to them.

“He signed an organ donation, donated everything he could, and finally even donated his body…” Mrs. Shen cried and laughed, and said with a mocking smile, “I raised him with painstaking efforts, but he hates me , hated him so much that he wouldn’t even leave me the body I gave him.”

  Mo Zhiyun paused the hand that put the paper into the brazier, looked up at her and asked, “Shen Qingbai… What day did you leave?”

   Mrs. Shen cried and said a date.

  Mo Zhiyun’s expression froze, and the red-hot flame jumped and burned his fingertips.

  Fingertips loosened, the ghost paper fell down, splashing ashes and flying, retracted the hand in pain, bowed his head and blew…

  My heart couldn’t help beating wildly.

  The day Shen Qingbai left happened to be the day she and Lu Heyun got married, and it was also the day Lu Heyun had a heart transplant…

   Mo Zhiyun’s throat seemed to be blocked by something, tears fell down uncontrollably.

  Ms. Shen saw her crying, and couldn’t help tightening her heart, “If I hadn’t objected to you being together, would Qingbai have come to this point?”

  Mo Zhiyun was worried that she was pregnant, so she didn’t dare to get emotional, and didn’t dare to let herself be too sad. She wiped her tears and didn’t answer her question.

  Get up and take two steps, then stop, look back at her…

   “Shen Qingbai didn’t hate you for doing this. He is a doctor. He wants to help those patients while alive, and he hopes to help those in need after death.”

  Mrs. Shen raised her head, she looked dazed, her mouth opened and closed several times, but she didn’t say a word.

   “You always say that he is your child born in October, how much you have paid for him, but have you really respected him and put yourself in his shoes?”

“It’s true that he was born to you, but he is an independent personality first, and then your child. You always try to control his life under the banner of being good for him, and let him marry the woman you are satisfied with. For the rest of his life, he couldn’t do it but couldn’t change your thoughts to come to this point…”