Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

"I changed her prescription." Yu Wei's voice was calm. "This prescription can greatly alleviate her pain, but... it will also produce serious side effects."

Yan Tingsong's eyes darkened a bit, "What are the side effects?"

"Shorten her life."

Yan Tingsong's face darkened, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?" Yu Wei looked indifferent, "This is her own body, and she has the right to make her own decisions."

Faced with Yu Wei's cold attitude, Yan Tingsong was silent for a moment, "Yu Wei, do you want her to leave as soon as possible?"

When Yu Wei heard this, her face became even colder, "This is her own choice. If living is endless pain, wouldn't it be a relief to leave early?"

Yan Tingsong looked at Yu Wei deeply, "Are you saying this as a doctor, or as a daughter?"

"Whether it's her attending doctor or her daughter, I respect her choice."

"Tingsong."

Song Qinghe's voice sounded.

Yan Tingsong responded and walked out of the side hall.

Seeing his serious expression, Song Qinghe asked worriedly: "Tingsong, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Tingsong looked at her thin cheeks and shook his head, "Are you tired? Take a rest when you are."

"You're not tired." Song Qinghe looked at him with a smile, "Go and wash your hands, the meal is almost ready."

Yu Wei also came out of the side hall. When Song Qinghe saw her, the smile on his face became even bigger, "Weiwei, everything I cooked tonight is what you like, you have to eat more."

Yu Wei walked to her side and asked, "How do you feel?"

"I feel a lot stronger in the past two days, and I can already walk a short distance by myself."

Yu Wei nodded, "After dinner, I'll do acupuncture for you again."

"it is good."

After treating Song Qinghe in the evening, Yu Wei left the villa. She thought of something and asked the driver to go to the funeral parlor.

The car stopped outside the funeral home. The bodyguard driving the car glanced at Yu Wei through the rearview mirror and said, "Miss Yu, the funeral home has arrived."

Yu Wei responded and didn't get out of the car, but just sat quietly in the car.

I don't know how long I sat there, but I finally saw Yan Wenzhou at the door of the funeral home. He was dressed in black and walked out. He took out his cigarette case and walked to a corner to light a cigarette.

He looked a little haggard, with green stubble growing on his chin, and a look of exhaustion in his brows.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Gu Tingsen came to look for him. He frowned, put out the cigarette, walked back with Gu Tingsen, walked to the door, seemed to sense something, and looked in the direction of the car.

Even though she was separated from the car window, Yu Wei felt that his eyes were on her.

She held the door handle, inexplicably nervous, and wanted to open the car door, but Yan Wenzhou looked away and walked in with Gu Tingsen.

Yu Wei let go of her hand.

After sitting in the car and waiting for a while, Yu Wei realized that he would not come out again. Yu Wei asked her bodyguard to drive away. She originally came here just to take a look at him.

Shen Meiling's funeral was not grand, but it was very beautiful. Yan Wenzhou was in charge, and many people came to the funeral.

On the day of the funeral, the sun was shining brightly.

The mourners left one after another.

Yan Wenzhou stood in front of the tombstone. He specially selected the most beautiful photo of Shen Meiling and placed it on the tombstone. Under the sun, her smile was bright, but in fact, he had not seen her smile like this for a long time.

Next to it is Sun Haiquan's grave.

Yan Wenzhou sat in front of the tombstone with some dejection, "You deliberately left the place next to him just to be buried with him, right?"

The only answer he received was the sound of the wind.

"You knew you were going to die, right?" Yan Wenzhou's voice was hoarse, "I really never wanted you to die, I just hoped to find a way to keep you alive while protecting her. "

But how could he forget that his mother was such a proud person? If she could realize that she had made a mistake, how could she persist for so many years?

Yan Wenzhou raised his head and looked at the sky, the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

His eyes stung, and warm tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He thought that when he was a child, although his mother was very busy, every time he said what he wanted, the thing would be delivered to him the next day.

In these years, apart from hating Yan Tingsong, the rest of her energy was spent on him.

He thought of another afternoon when Sun Haiquan accompanied him to play football in the backyard. She sat in the pavilion, drinking scented tea and watching them.

He scored, and she smiled and clapped, "My son is great!"

The smile on her face was so proud at that time.

How great would it be if time could stay at that time?

At the end, he thought of her eyes full of hatred and despair when she left, and thought that he was the one who made her despair, and his heart felt like it was being grasped tightly, causing suffocating pain.

Yu Wei looked at the sunshine outside the window and thought that Shen Meiling should have been buried by this time. She wanted to call Yan Wenzhou, but she was slow to dial his number.

The ringtone of her cell phone suddenly rang, startling her. When she saw that it was Mrs. Yan's call, Yu Wei hurriedly answered the call.

"Weiwei, grandma is not feeling well. Please take some time to come to the old house and help grandma take a look."

The day Yan Tingsong came out of the detention center, the Yan family no longer placed the old lady under house arrest, but they changed their strategy. If the old lady Yan wanted to give her shares to Yu Wei, they would sever the mother-child relationship with her.

Madam Yan was already under house arrest, but she didn't expect that several unfilial sons would cut off the mother-child relationship with her. She was even more angry, and her already weak body had problems again.

Yu Wei arrived at the old house and saw the old lady sitting on the sofa in the living room. She had not seen her for a few days and she looked older and thinner.

Seeing Yu Wei, Madam Yan's originally serious face finally relaxed.

Yu Wei sat next to her, "Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Yan covered her heart, "I feel uncomfortable. Whoever I want to give my own things to, do I still have to look at their faces?"

Yu Wei smiled and held her hand, "Grandma, I know you feel sorry for me, but I really don't need the Yan family's shares, and Yan Wenzhou has come back, and the shares in my hand will be returned to him."

"What else should I do for him?" Madam Yan said with a sullen face, "Who told him to pretend to be dead in the first place? What he gave to you is yours, and he can never take it back."

"I said Mom, when you look at Yu Wei like this, you think she is your granddaughter." Tao Jing came down from upstairs.

Who would have thought that, in the face of so much evidence, Yan Tingsong would push his assistant Gao Li to take the blame and escape unscathed, while the dead Yan Wenzhou would actually survive.

"Give her all the shares, do you want us to all drink from the northwest wind in the future?" Tao Jing looked at the two of them angrily, "Since you are so partial to her, then let her die for you a hundred years later! By then, , I don’t have any children, look who others are laughing at.”

Mrs. Yan's face changed with anger, "You..."

"Is Fourth Aunt cursing Grandma?" Yan Wenzhou's voice sounded, and he appeared in the living room.