Strong Marriage: Every Step Wins

Lu Zhenyu stayed outside the rescue room of Mr. Lu, and every second felt as long as an hour. The blows in the past few days made him look a little decadent. Trembling, he couldn't touch the cigarette case.

After finally finding a cigarette, Lu Zhenyu just lit it, but a nurse walked over quickly and kindly reminded: "Excuse me sir, smoking is not allowed in the hospital."

Lu Zhenyu was really flustered in his heart, that's why he counted a mistake he knew clearly. He hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can next to him, smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

The nurse also smiled softly, and said in a considerate manner: "It's okay, sir, I know your family members will not feel well inside, and the operation may have to last for several hours. If you really can't bear it, you can go outside smokes."

Lu Zhenyu shook his head. At this time, he just wanted to stay quietly outside the ward, with his most beloved grandpa.

The nurse didn't bother, turned around and left, and went to patrol the ward dutifully.

Lu Zhenyu waited quietly outside the emergency room. Not long after, the lights in the emergency room finally went out. Dr. Vincent came out, saw Lu Zhenyu shaking his head slightly and said, "I'm afraid the patient is dying."

"What!" Lu Zhenyu got up suddenly, and stood in front of Vincent with an oppressive and sharp breath and said, "Grandpa's health has always been very good, and he has never suffered from any serious illness in the past. How could it be so bad?"

Seeing Lu Zhenyu's agitation, Vincent made a stop gesture and said, "Don't get agitated, we have tried our best, the patient is dying, you should go in and see him for the last time."

Lu Zhenyu took a deep breath, turned around and entered the emergency room. Old man Lu's body was covered with tubes, and his breath was weak, but he was still a little excited when he came in. He opened his mouth slightly, and motioned for Lu Zhenyu to sit beside him.

Lu Zhenyu felt that his legs and feet were a little weak, but as a man, he would not flick his tears easily. He walked over slowly, held the old man's hand and said, "Grandpa."

There was deep remorse in Mr. Lu's eyes at this moment. He looked at Lu Zhenyu and said angrily, "Zhenyu, I also have something to tell you."

Lu Zhenyu nodded slightly, but his heart couldn't stop being sour.

"Zhenyu, what happened ten years ago was indeed my fault. No matter what happened, Baguio is a good girl." Mr. Lu paused and said, "You have to cherish her."

Lu Zhenyu nodded and said with a soft smile, "Grandpa, even if you don't tell me, I won't let you go."

Only then did Mr. Lu feel relieved, like every dying person, he ordered his last words, "Although that kid in Zhencheng is unreliable, he is still a child of the Lu family, so I left him 5.00% of the shares. Let him live comfortably for the rest of his life, you have to understand Grandpa's painstaking efforts."

Lu Zhenyu nodded vigorously, and said with a slight trembling body, "I understand."

Mr. Lu has been taking in less air and exhaling more. The lifeline on the instrument next to him is like a musical score, flickering back and forth in the dark movement.

Finally, the lifeline that had been struggling for a long time finally returned to a straight line, and it could no longer shine the light and heat of his life.

"Grandpa." Lu Zhenyu roared out of control, but the person lying on the hospital bed could never answer him again.

The doctor walked in slowly, saw Lu Zhenyu's face was very ugly, and came up to persuade him: "Mr. Lu, life and death are fate, please be careful."

Lu Zhenyu raised his head to look at the doctor, and said sternly, "Go out."

"The patient is dead, now it's time to go to the morgue." The three words "mortuary" were cold and heartless, just saying it made people think of that cold place.

Lu Zhenyu's face was a little ugly, and he pointed to the door of the emergency room and said, "Get out, don't make me say it a third time."

The doctor glanced at Lu Zhenyu again, but in the end he was still afraid of the power of the Lu family, nodded, then turned and retreated.

The person on the hospital bed was lifeless, his eyes were half closed, and there was a wry smile from the corner of his mouth. Lu Zhenyu held his head, but he didn't know what to do. He wanted to stay with Mr. Lu for a while, but he didn't know what to say.

At the end, Lu Zhenyu stood up and stretched out a hand to close old man Lu's half-closed eyes. After closing them, Lu Zhenyu murmured in a low voice: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely not treat Bi Yao's."

As if he heard Lu Zhenyu's words, Mr. Lu closed his eyes with a peaceful expression on his face.

After Lu Zhenyu sat with the old man for a while, he retreated out, and calmly said to the people around him, "Let's handle the funeral affairs step by step."

There were already several of his cronies coming over, Xiao He looked around, came over and asked for instructions: "The old man is also a veteran in the mall for many years, do you think it is necessary to announce his death to the news media?"

"Let's announce it." Although Lu Zhenyu looked calm, those who knew him knew that there was a sad heart hidden under the calm.

Xiao He nodded lightly, turned around and left, perhaps because it was a big news, when Xiao He gave this news to the newspaper office, the newspaper office had already asked people to prepare the manuscript, which was full of praise word.

At that time, Su Biyao was sitting in the airport, waiting for the plane that usually flew to unknown destination.

Shen Jiachen bought two bottles of water, which was Su Biyao's favorite tea when she was in school. Shen Jiachen handed the drink to Su Biyao.

Su Biyao didn't notice the brand of the drink, but opened the bottle and took a sip. After drinking, she seemed to feel the taste, and said with some surprise: "Isn't this my favorite drink in college?"

Shen Jiachen nodded slightly, and said with a gentle smile, "Biyao, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Su Biyao nodded lightly, and drank those beverages silently, although the taste of the past has not changed, but the lost youth can never come back.

Su Biyao's heart is now as calm as a lake, without any waves, which also makes her look lifeless and lifeless.

Feeling that Su Biyao was still immersed in sadness, Shen Jiachen turned around and sighed, patted Su Biyao on the shoulder and said, "Biyao, have you thought about it yet?"

Su Biyao turned around in a daze, chuckled and said, "There's nothing wrong with this, as long as you can leave this place, leave China, it doesn't matter where you go."

Only then Shen Jiachen nodded lightly, but there was endless bitterness in her heart. Su Biyao wanted to escape, which meant that she couldn't let it go.

Can't let go, is it possible to see his sincerity and be with him?Shen Jiachen was very uncertain.

Because of the delay of the plane, Shen Jiachen waited, the sun set and the sun set, so when it was time to broadcast the news in the afternoon, all the TVs in the airport began to broadcast the same news.

The sweet-looking lady read in a melodious and pleasant voice: "It is reported that Mr. Lu, the founder of the Lu Company in this city, died of lung cancer at noon today. Anyone who knows Mr. Lu knows that Mr. Lu has a very kind heart. Well, they often donate huge sums of money to orphanages..."

Listening to those news words are almost all praise words, Su Biyao's eyes seemed to be able to burst into flames, burning people.

Suddenly, she sneered, stood up and shouted, "It's all fake...it's all an illusion."

This voice made all the passengers waiting at the airport turn their heads to look at Su Biyao. Although the waiting hall of the airport was noisy, many people still heard Su Biyao's roar.

Shen Jiachen looked at Su Biyao who was almost out of control, his eyes were full of pain, he hurriedly stood up and hugged Su Biyao and said: "Biyao, everything is over, those are just old memories, don't think about it anymore okay?"

A tear fell from the corner of Su Biyao's eyes involuntarily. He turned his head, faced Shen Jiachen, and said pitifully, "Jiachen, why did he treat me like this? Since he killed my parents, why did he treat me so well?"

Shen Jiachen sighed slightly. In the final analysis, Su Biyao still couldn't let go of Mr. Lu, let alone that family. When she figured this out, Shen Jiachen looked very painful.

But fortunately, Su Biyao's eyes were blurred by tears, and she didn't see the expression on Shen Jiachen's face.

"Baguio, don't be fooled by them, they are a group of devils, capitalism has an ugly face, think about your parents, they are still in the cold underworld." Shen Jiachen paused every word, extremely eloquent.

Su Biyao was involuntarily brought into it by him, and said with a cold smile: "I will never forget the enmity between my parents."

"People from the Lu family, you can't get close to them anymore." Shen Jiachen said in a deep voice, looking like he was thinking of Su Biyao, but in his heart he still thought that once Lu Zhenyu left, he would have a chance.

"Yes, they are all devils. I want to leave this devil's place." Su Biyao said coldly, with hatred in her eyes.

Only then did Shen Jiachen feel relieved, nodded with a chuckle and said: "Biyao, let's find a place where no one knows us and start over. I still have some funds in my hand. We can do some business and get by." Very well."

Su Biyao nodded and said, "Okay."

While the two were talking, the sweet voice of the broadcast lady came from the radio and said: "The plane to Italy is about to depart, all tourists, please prepare to board the plane."

"Let's go, leave this place, change your face, and start another brand new life."

"it is good."

The backs of the two are getting farther and farther away, but Lu Zhenyu, who is doing funeral affairs in the hospital, has no idea that the woman he loves is getting farther and farther away from him.