Ye Minqiu's tears fell violently, but her voice remained normal: "I forgave you a long time ago. In fact, you really didn't need to stay away from home for so many years. Forget it, it seems meaningless to say this."
She touched the man's face with her fingers, which felt neither warm nor emotional. Finally, she slowly leaned over, hugged the man on the operating table, and cried softly.
Outside the operating room, Fu Huaiyong recovered his breath and asked Fu Nanli: "How did your father become like this? Who killed him?"
Fu Nanli's eyes were deep: "I don't know. He was already like this when we arrived."
Fu Huaiyong gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what the cost, we must find out who killed him."
Wen Qiao wanted to step forward, but Qin Bei pulled her back and gently shook his head: "Miss Wen, don't be impulsive. You should discuss everything with the young master first."
Wen Qiao lowered her eyes, tightly grasped Qin Bei's shoulders, and whispered: "But I can't help it..."
Just as she was about to step forward, Fu Nanli turned around and pressed her into his arms: "Qin Bei, send Qiao Er back first."
Wen Qiao: "I'm not going back."
Fu Nanli stroked her back gently: "Be good, go back first, and let me handle the things here."
Qin Bei forcibly took Wen Qiao out of the hospital.
It was freezing cold, and the black sky was like a gloomy net, covering us and making our breathing heavy.
Wen Qiao sat in the car like a walking corpse.
Qin Bei comforted her: "With the young master here, nothing will happen."
There was still blood on Wen Qiao's fingers: "But I killed someone, and that person was his father."
"You... don't think too much."
Wen Qiao threaded his fingers into his hair and buried his head between his knees in pain.
In a Bentley not far away, He Xihuai was sitting in the back seat with a cigarette between his fingers.
"Sir, will they find any problem?"
"What did you find?" He Xihuai raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Theresa in the front seat.
"It was discovered that Fu Xianyuan did not die at the hands of Wen Qiao."
He Xihuai smiled: "Oh? You said he didn't die at the hands of Wen Qiao, then tell me, how did he die?"
Tereza shuddered with fear; she was being too smart again.
"He...died at the hands of Miss Wen."
"wrong… "
Theresa's forehead was covered with sweat, and she didn't know what the boss wanted to hear or say.
"It's obviously not because of Wen Qiao, how can you wrongly accuse her?"
Teresa quickly smiled and said, "Yes, you are right."
He Xihuai smiled: "But it doesn't matter whether it was her or not. Fu Nanli's grandfather, mother and Fu Nanli will all think that Fu Xianyuan died at the hands of Wen Qiao."
Theresa carefully guessed her husband's intentions.
"This way, Wen Qiao breaks up with the Fu family. This is what you want to see, right?"
"I said, she is still too humane. I don't like her humaneness."
The word "but" was on the tip of Tereza's tongue, but she knew her husband wouldn't like to hear such heartfelt words.
"Yes, you are right."
He Xihuai laughed softly: "Fu Xianyuan can live a few decades longer, thanks to me. Now that I need him, of course he should do this without hesitation, don't you think?"
Theresa nodded: "Yes."
Snow was falling outside the window. He Xihuai said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go."
In the hospital, Fu Nanli arranged for his grandfather and mother to be sent away first, and then his father to the morgue.
He stood alone in the morgue until two in the morning.
(End of this chapter)