I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

"Dad..." Qiao Yiyi called Qiao Jianguo, covering the injury on her chest, and then focused on Mrs. Qiao, "Mom."

He Lanchen hugged Wen Wan, and the two of them did not expect that Qiao Yiyi would commit suicide on the spot.

Qiao Jianguo didn't dare to touch Qiu Yiyi's injury and kept repeating, "Don't talk, Yiyi, don't talk. Dad won't let you die. This is the hospital. We can get better after treatment."

Qiu Yiyi shook her head weakly and refused, spitting out blood from her mouth.

"Dad, don't save me, don't waste medical resources on a useless person like me." She closed her eyes and grabbed Mrs. Qiao's hand angrily, "Mom, I wasn't obedient enough before and I always pissed you off. Sad. I actually knew Wen Wan's identity a long time ago, but I was jealous of her life experience. If she were to return to Qiao's house, then I would become a wretch that no one wanted. I'm sorry, mom, it was me who caused you to always be there I hold the photo and cry secretly at night.”

Mrs. Qiao was so choked that she could not speak.

Qiao Yi leaned in Qiao Jianguo's arms and looked at He Lanchen and Wen Wan with tearful eyes.

"Bless you, I'm sorry Wen Wan, I took away more than twenty years of your happy life."

After she finished speaking with difficulty, she reached for Mrs. Qiao's hand again.

Mrs. Qiao held Qiao Yiyi's hand back and said softly with all her strength, "Mom, I still want to be your daughter in the next life."

After listening to Qiao Yiyi's words, Mrs. Qiao cried and nodded.

Qiao Jianguo didn't wait for her to say another word, and fell asleep completely in his arms.

Wen Wan didn't have much fondness for Qiu Yiyi. When a living life fell in front of her eyes, she still felt emotional in her heart.

He Lanchen hugged her and left the scene. He heard the old man say that pregnant women were most taboo about staying with the dead for a long time, so he had to take her away from the scene first.

Mrs. Qiao learned of the news of Qiao Yiyi's death, and it was already evening when she arrived.

He Lanchen settled Wen Wan in He's house, with Mrs. He and Wen Wenxi accompanying her.

"Sister, will you have nightmares when you sleep tonight? If you are afraid, I will sleep with you tonight!" Nuan Xi hugged Wen Wan's arm and acted coquettishly.

Just as Wen Wan was about to speak, a cold voice came from outside the door, "Nuan Wenxi, you are really trying to pick my corner all the time. Does my wife need you to sleep with me at night? Get out of here."

Wen Nuanxi heard He Lanchen's voice, she quickly stood up, opened the door and was about to call out He Lanchen, but her mouth was covered by He Lanchen.

"Uh huh..." She waved her arms in protest.

Seeing that He Lanchen had no intention of letting go, Wen Wan quickly dissuaded her, "If you cover your sister to death, see if your uncle will chase you and beat you."

She knew that they were worried about her mood. Seeing Qiao Yiyi die in front of her with her own eyes would somewhat affect her mood.

"Brother, do you think my sister is aroused by Qiao Yiyi's look like this?" It was the first time that Wen Xi called He Lanchen so affectionately.

There's nothing he's not used to, after all, she's his biological sister.

"It will definitely scare you. After all, he is a dead person." He Lanchen said.

Wen Wan heard the two of them standing at the door, whispering, and she leaned against the bed in a daze, not interrupting their chat.

He Lanchen and Wen Wenxi walked into the bedroom and sat down on the left and right beside the bed.

Wen Wan was stared at by them all over. She broke the silence first and said, "I'm fine. I was scared, but it's okay."

Nuan Xi held her arm and rubbed it gently, blinking her eyes.

"Sister, if anything happens to the Qiao family later, I can attend on your behalf."

She volunteered.

Wen Wan took Nuan Xi's little hand and shook her head, "No, you're not allowed to go. You haven't recovered yet, and it's an unlucky place to die. Besides, Qiao Yiyi has nothing to do with you. No one will poke your spine if you don't attend the funeral." , As for me. No one will say anything about me. First of all, I am the biological daughter of the Qiao family. Secondly, she and I are not sisters. We have never lived together under the same roof, and there is no such thing as emotional harmony. "

Nuan Xi thought that Wen Wan would attend Qiao Yiyi's funeral for the sake of the Qiao family. After listening to her analysis, they finally understood her true thoughts.

He Lanchen suddenly liked Wen Wan very much. She now had her own opinions and analytical skills.

"I think your sister is right, you have to be obedient." He then agreed.

Wen Nuanxi wanted to laugh, but there was no one else like this bitch.

"Sister, if you say that, then I won't go even more." She was not Qiao Yiyi's.

Wen Wan said that no one would stab her in the spine, but now she was worried when she thought about the Qiao family's unknown arrangements.

Nuan Xi walked out of the bedroom, and He Lanchen accompanied her.

"I was thinking that the Qiao family might let you attend the funeral?" He asked, lying next to her and hugging her.

Wen Wan nodded lightly, "Well, I don't know how to deal with this matter? In short, it's not that simple."

He Lanchen held her little hand and put it on her pregnant belly, "You fool, you are taking advantage of the baby."

Wen Wan understood his idea.

In fact, she agreed with He Lanchen's idea.

"Well, I know what to do," she said.

In the evening, Qiao Jianguo and Mrs. Qiao came to He's house to visit Wen Wan. They changed out of their plain clothes before coming.

"Dad, mom."

Wen Wan greeted them.

Qiao Jianguo looked at Wen Wan carefully and carefully tested her mood, "Nanny, are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine, I'm with them!" Wen Wan looked at Nuan Xi and He Lanchen.

Mrs. Qiao held her little hand distressedly, "I'm sorry, mom can't be with you these days. Maybe you have to work harder to live independently. We will take you home after we finish taking care of Yiyi."

After hearing her words, Wen Wan's mood improved subtly.

"Mom, don't you want me to go back to Qiao's house now?"

Wen Wan asked.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I won't let you go home, it's that the family is busy with pregnant women. Living in He's house or Lanchen's villa will be good for you and the baby." Mrs. Qiao was worried about Wen Wan's random thoughts, and hurriedly added He added, "About the funeral, your father and I have discussed it. You don't need to attend. We will organize it simply and not many people will attend. She didn't leave any good people or good deeds during her lifetime, so no one came to the funeral."

In just one sentence, Mrs. Qiao briefly summarized Qiao Yiyi's life these years.

Wen Wan was particularly moved when she heard Mrs. Qiao said that she did not need to attend the funeral.

They were considerate of her pregnancy, but also felt that there was no need for her to see off Qiao Yiyi's death.

After seeing off the Qiao couple, Wen Wan sat on the sofa in the living room, feeling very heavy.

"Don't be afraid, you will still have me and the baby in the future! Even if you don't want to remarry, I won't force you. This is better, we can have a lifelong relationship."

He Lanchen held Wen Wan's little hand tightly, raised it to his lips and kissed it.

Mrs. He and Wen Wenxi, who were peeking from a distance, held each other's hands excitedly and almost screamed.

"Grandma, why is my brother so disgusting?" Wen Xi joked.

Mrs. He chuckled, "He really has enlightened himself."