"Young lady, the old man suddenly fainted and is now in the hospital. The doctor said the situation is critical."
Wen Xinya's mind was still echoing with Zhang Bo's panicked and anxious words. Her brain was blank. The cold wind outside the window grew colder as the car accelerated. The whistling wind blew back into her body, and it was so cold that it seemed to be blowing into her flesh and bones. She couldn't help but feel cold all over and shivered.
—Did something happen to grandpa
She was at a loss as this sentence kept echoing in her mind. Perhaps the coldness had corroded her consciousness, paralyzed her thoughts, and made her brain dull. For a moment, she seemed unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.
Until the death of her grandfather in her previous life suddenly appeared before her eyes.
The deafening DJ sounds, the colorful lights, the men and women in the dance floor, intoxicated by the DJ's sounds, swaying their bodies wildly, intoxicated in this scene of indulgence and passion.
Wen Xinya wore a small vest that exposed her belly button and had a slender waist. As she danced to the rhythm, she looked like a sexy and charming snake. She only wore a pair of shorts on her lower body, revealing her slender and white legs. The ivory-colored legs exuded a magical temptation as she danced passionately.
In the bar, beautiful single women are very popular with men with hunting eyes. Soon Wen Xinya was surrounded by a group of men. Wen Xinya was not afraid at all. She raised her somewhat defiant and sharp eyes, showed them a provocative look, and danced with them without any scruples.
Wen Xinya has a nice figure and is a great dancer. She danced with four men on the spot and did not lose out at all.
The passionate music and dancing rhythm drew cheers from the audience.
At this time, Wen Xinya's cell phone rang.
Her heavily made-up face showed a hint of impatience, but she still walked away from the dance floor, found a secluded corner and answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, is this Miss Wen?" A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
When Wen Xinya heard the unfamiliar voice, she became even more impatient: "It's me, if you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have to fart, fart quickly!"
Perhaps it was Wen Xinya's rude attitude that surprised the other party. The other party did not say hang up for a long time. Wen Xinya's remaining patience was exhausted. She could not help but curse in a low voice, "Psycho!" and prepared to hang up.
"Hello, Miss Wen. I am sorry to bother you. I am Mr. Mo's student. Mr. Mo was quite interested in a literature research course before. Now this course has produced preliminary results..."
Wen Xinya was in no mood to listen to the other party's long speech, so she interrupted him without any hesitation: "In that case, go find my grandfather, why do you want to see me?"
"I haven't been able to contact Mr. Mo these past few days, so I wanted to ask Miss Wen if you know how to contact Mr. Mo? Mr. Mo doesn't seem to be in good health recently. Is he feeling unwell?"
Wen Xinya’s patience ran out, and she said in an angry tone, “I don’t know!”
After saying that, he hung up the phone with a "click".
After hanging up the phone, Wen Xinya returned to the dance floor and continued dancing.
But for some reason, she felt a little uneasy. Thinking of the person who had said that her grandfather was not in good health, she began to feel uneasy. She danced for a while reluctantly, and finally left the dance floor, changed into a proper outfit, and went to the Mo family.
She had the key to the Mo family, which was forced upon her by her grandfather, but she had never used it. For some reason, every time she saw her grandfather, she would always feel guilty and scared. Therefore, in the three years since she returned to the Wen family, she had only been to the Mo family a few times.
Grandpa is the only one left in the Mo family now. Except for the hourly servants who come to clean the house twice a week, the huge Mo house is actually empty, with boundless coldness and silence. Wen Xinya feels inexplicably guilty. As the only relative of grandpa, she doesn't even think about caring for the elders and being filial to her children, leaving grandpa to live a lonely and miserable life. She is extremely unfilial.
She thought that she must come to the Mo family more often to visit her grandfather in the future.
Having made up her mind, Wen Xinya no longer felt guilty and scared like before, and she raised her voice and shouted, "Grandpa, Grandpa..."
What responded to her was endless coldness.
Wen Xinya searched the Mo family but couldn't find her grandpa. She felt more and more uneasy: "Grandpa, are you home?"
Wen Xinya went up the stairs to the second floor. She knew that her grandfather usually liked to stay alone in his study and work with pen and ink. Normally, she would never dare to go to his study and disturb him casually.
Wen Xinya came to the door of the study, which was ajar. Thinking of her grandfather's solemn expression, she flinched again: "Grandpa... are you... are you in there?"
After a long while, there was no response.
Wen Xinya's eyebrows jumped, and a chill suddenly ran up her back. She suddenly reached out and pushed open the door of the study.
"ah-"
The screams came without warning, echoing mournfully in the cold Mo family.
Wen Xinya's pupils kept shrinking and her body stood still, looking at the scene in horror.
The desk was in a mess, with pens, ink, paper and inkstone scattered around. The inkstone was knocked over to the ground, splashing ink all over the floor. The books, calligraphy and paintings on the ground were in a mess, and my grandfather was lying on the messy floor with a sallow face.
“Grandpa…” Wen Xinya reacted and rushed forward screaming.
What my hands touched was actually coldness.
boom-
Wen Xinya's rationality was like a broken string of a harp, making a hoarse, obscure, sharp and piercing sound in her mind, and her tears could not be suppressed and surged.
"Grandpa, Grandpa..." She burst into tears and fell on Grandpa's chest.
The bond of blood ties made her extremely sad at this moment. She kept shaking her grandfather's already stiff and cold body.
Judging from his sallow body and how cold and stiff he was, he had died quietly at home at least two days ago. And judging from the mess in the study, he must have gone through a painful struggle before his death.
Wen Xinya suddenly came to her senses.
In the past eighteen years, she had never been as clear-headed as she was now.
“Grandpa, please wake up, I beg you to wake up, don’t ignore me... I’m sorry... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong, I will listen to you, and I will do whatever you ask me to do..." Wen Xinya burst into tears miserably. She couldn’t explain clearly what she felt at this moment, she only felt a grief that penetrated deep into her bones.
It was as if some kind of blood bond was suddenly severed, and my heart felt empty, filled with fear and despair.
It was as if something in the blood was being peeled away bit by bit, and the pain was piercing to the bone, like a nightmare.