Jiang Xinran was not the only one who thought this way, all the people in T City who got the news had the same thought as Jiang Xinran.
Jiang Xinran pinched her fingers, raised her head and looked at Mrs. Tong: "Aunt Tong, I...I want to go see grandpa."
Madam Tong is naturally thinking about Mr. Jiang.
Hearing Jiang Xinran's words, Mrs. Tong came back to her senses. She looked at Jiang Xinchen and nodded, "It's time to go. Tomorrow, tomorrow we will go to Jiang's house to have a look. You, your mother and grandpa all said this. Just say it, if something big happens to the Jiang family, your mother should go back and help."
She sighed.
Look out the window.
Jiang Xinran picked up the phone and called Yu Zhenling and Mr. Yu.
**
Ten p.m.
T City Hospital.
Su Cheng helped Meng Fu go in.
There were not many people in the hospital at ten o'clock. When Mr. Jiang's steel bars were pulled out, his heartbeat had stopped. The doctor declared him dead on the spot. Jiang Xinchen insisted on the doctor rescuing him. Mr. Jiang finally lay at the door of the emergency room.
Su Cheng pressed the button for the hospital elevator, his eyebrows darkened.
Meng Fu looked at the jumping numbers in the elevator. He could clearly see every number, but he didn't recognize any of them.
Zhao Fan and Su Di followed the two of them silently.
The elevator reaches the emergency floor.
The elevator door opens.
Beside the door of the emergency room, Jiang Xinchen was kneeling beside the hospital bed. Not far from the hospital bed, several shareholders of Jiang Corporation were crying.
Meng Fu, who had just stepped out of the elevator, swayed a bit, his lips turned pale, and the burning pain in his heart became more obvious: "Didn't you catch up..."
Su Cheng held Meng Fu's arm and tightened it.
He heard Meng Fu murmuring: "Brother Cheng, this winter is so cold."
Not far away, Jiang Xinchen, who was kneeling motionless on the ground, seemed to feel Meng Fu coming. He turned around, looked in Meng Fu's direction, and opened his mouth, "Sister..."
Meng Fu walked towards the end of the emergency room step by step.
She let go of Su Cheng's hand holding her, knelt in front of Mr. Jiang, stretched out her hand, and lifted off the white cloth on the old man's body.
There was no pain on the old man's face, he was very peaceful.
"Xinchen, where's dad?" Meng Fu closed his eyes and spoke hoarsely.
"He is informing others." Jiang Xinchen's eyes were empty and his eyes were swollen from crying.
Meng Fu calmed down for a while, then turned to Jiang Xinchen, "Jiang Xinchen, grandpa is dead. From now on, you have to support half of the Jiang family, help dad manage the Jiang family, and shoulder the responsibility of your eldest grandson. You can't cry easily in front of others. "
Jiang Xinchen looked at Meng Fu and held back.
Meng Fu reached out and hugged Jiang Xinchen gently, "But you can cry in front of me."
"Ah!" Jiang Xinchen cried out in pain. He hugged Meng Fu and cried out for the first time, "Sister, it's all me, it's all my fault!"
"It has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself, it's not that he doesn't love you," Meng Fu patted his back gently. She didn't cry, but said to Jiang Xinchen in a gentle tone she had never heard before: "He has lived for one more year. Yes, he is happy to be able to save you."
Behind him, Zhao Fan turned his head away and covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.
**
Beijing.
Yang Hua had already fallen asleep, and the phone ringing beside her bed suddenly rang.
This voice seemed to catch Yang Hua's heart.
She turned on the bedside lamp and saw the call from T City. She felt a little uneasy and answered it directly: "Hello?"
On the other end of the phone is Jiang Quan.
"Oh." Yang Hua responded blankly after hearing this, and then hung up the phone.
She just sat on the bed.
Aiwujiwu, Mr. Jiang treats Yang Hua as half a daughter, and even buys Yang Hua a car. If Yang Hua encounters anything, he will seek help from Mr. Jiang.
This year we even made an appointment to celebrate the New Year together at Jiang’s house.
She, Meng Fu, and Meng Xun celebrated the New Year together at Jiang's house.
It’s only two months until the Chinese New Year.
Yang Hua sat on the bed for a long time, then stood up and poured herself a glass of cold water.
She took her mobile phone and called Meng Xun.
This was not the first time for Yang Hua to face the departure of people around her. She knew this feeling. When Meng De died, she almost couldn't survive it.
She was afraid that Meng Fu wouldn't be able to accept it, and she would have to rush back.
The next day, early in the morning.
Mrs. Yang and Yang Lai got up. When they had breakfast, they didn't see Yang Hua. Yang Lai looked around, "Where's the treasure? Why didn't she see her?"
Mrs. Yang also felt strange.
Yang Hua always gets up early.
Butler Yang was in a daze, but when he heard Yang Lai's question, he came back to his senses, "It seems, it seems that Miss Afu's grandfather is gone. Miss Baozhu got up at four o'clock in the morning and went to the airport."
Catch the first flight.
"Grandpa Ah Fu?! Why didn't you wake me up?!" Mrs. Yang stood up suddenly, her face changed dramatically. She and Yang Hua had a good relationship.
Naturally, she would also hear Yang Hua mention Meng Fu. She knew that Meng Fu had a grandfather who was very kind and treated Yang Hua as his own daughter. Yang Hua also mentioned to Mrs. Yang that she was going to visit Grandpa Meng Fu for the New Year this year.
She heard Yang Hua talk about this.
Earlier, I had discussed with Yang Lai to bring him gifts for New Year this year.
"Miss Baozhu asked me not to disturb you." Butler Yang sighed.
"It's already this time, why didn't you tell us about such a big thing earlier?" Mrs. Yang threw her chopsticks and stopped eating. She looked at Butler Yang and said loudly, "Prepare your air tickets and go to T City immediately!"