Marrying into a wealthy family is a little confusing

Shu Wen watched Li Jingyin drive away, then pushed open the door and entered the house helplessly.

Auntie left a few nightlights before she left, so even though it was getting late, Shu Wen could still see the inside of the house clearly after opening the door.

"Meow--"

Guazi walked over unsteadily, squatted on the cabinet next to her, staring at a pair of faint green eyes, wondering why only one person came today.

Shu Wen stretched out his hand and hugged it in his arms, kicked off his shoes and walked into the kitchen.

"What did Auntie keep today?" Shu Wen was bored, so he talked to Guazi, casually put it on the dining table, and opened the refrigerator.

Guazi shook off a few hairs, looked at Shu Wen's back and called out.

Looking at the refrigerator full of meals, Shu Wen didn't know what to do, he didn't have any appetite at all.

He was alone at home, Shu Wen didn't want to eat, but Li Jingyin left in a hurry, so he didn't persuade him to eat before leaving, presumably when Li Jingyin arrived at the other hospital, he probably missed the meal.

I don't know if there will be some food left for Li Jingyin.

Shu Wen closed the refrigerator door helplessly, looked back at the melon seeds, and said, "I'm not very hungry yet, let me feed you some dried fish first."

Guazi can understand the three words 'small dried fish', so it poked its neck up and looked over the refrigerator. There was a small dried fish prepared for it by the auntie over there, the kind that was delicious in the sun. Kicked the jar down while no one was prepared and ate two.

Standing on tiptoe, Shu Wen groped for the small jar. Seeing that Shu Wen took down the small dried fish, Guazi followed him all the way to the sofa in the living room.

While feeding the melon seeds to the small dried fish, Shu Wen stroked its smooth fur, and said with a sigh: "Your father won't come home today, just the two of us will eat at home, and I'll take you around the neighborhood later, okay?" good?"

Guazi whimpered and chewed the delicious dried fish, not knowing whether to agree or not.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Shu Wen was fiddling with the tablet on the bed, playing cartoons for his cat son, when he heard the sound of rain outside.

Shu Wen lifted up the curtains, and saw that the rain outside seemed to be heavy, and it was still sleet, and broken snowflakes could be seen on the glass windows, so he felt extremely cold.

He took out his mobile phone and called Li Jingyin. If the road conditions are bad tonight, don't come back. It won't be too late to come back tomorrow.

Li Jingyin quickly connected the phone and gave a low 'Hello'.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shu Wen only felt that the weather outside was not so cold anymore, and said, "It's raining outside."

Li Jingyin was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the yard outside, although it was windy but it hadn't rained yet, he asked, "Is it raining at home?"

"It's raining, it's raining just now, isn't it raining over there?"

"Not yet, I guess it will be soon."

Li Jingyin put down the curtains, sat in front of the desk and said to Shu Wen: "There are still some things that have not been dealt with today, so I will sleep here first. You must lock the doors and windows at home, you know?"

Shu Wen smiled lightly: "It's all closed, don't worry."

Hearing Shu Wen's light laughter, Li Jingyin was silent for a while before continuing: "Remember to call me before going to bed later, you can't stay up late."

"Are you still calling? It's so troublesome..." Shu Wen also has a headache for the spirit of an old mother like Li Jingyin. My aunt is not as nagging as he is when she is older. It's almost like treating him like a three-year-old child. Greet again with concern.

"I don't feel at ease if I don't fight." Li Jingyin frowned: "You are at home alone, just put melon seeds on the bed and let it sleep with you."

Shu Wen turned his head to look at the little cat lying on the pillow and watching cartoons seriously, and nodded with a suppressed smile: "Okay, I'll let it sleep with me."

Reluctantly hung up the phone, Li Jingyin looked at the few photos on the desk in front of him, his brows never relaxed.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital, the dean, wearing a mask and isolation suit, stood by the bed and touched the withered hands of the old dean, and asked the doctor beside him, "My father, can you survive?"

According to the scheduled date, the old dean was supposed to leave the hospital and go to his hometown this morning, but before he could pack up his things, the old dean passed out and didn't open his eyes for a whole day.

The doctor was also a little helpless. The old man was already dying, and he had been holding on for the past few days. Logically speaking, patients like this should not be admitted to the ICU, but because they were stuffed with money, so even if they knew The old man may not be able to survive tonight, but he has to do his duty.

"It depends on the old man's fortune." The doctor wore a mask and said in a muffled voice, and said to the dean: "Go out first, it's useless to keep watching here."

He knew that the dean couldn't sleep, but he couldn't delay other people's treatment here all the time, it was better to let him go out quickly.

At this moment, the old dean, whose lips were extremely chapped and whose skin was starting to turn purple, slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad!" The dean hurried over, grabbed the old dean's hand tightly, and said in a crying voice: "You finally woke up, are you okay?"

"what……"

The voice of the old dean was hoarse. He turned his head to look at his son, and said with all his strength, "Shu..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the old dean felt that his throat was filled with the smell of blood, and his breathing became very difficult. He could feel the passing of life, and this was probably the last time he opened his eyes.

"Water?" The dean hurriedly turned his head and asked the doctor, "Can my father drink water now?"

The doctor was also puzzled. Before he could speak, he saw the old dean stretching out his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Shu...Wen..."

"Shu Wen... Shu..."

The old dean opened his eyes wide, and said with all his strength: "Let Shu Wen... come here..."

The dying man didn't say a few words to his own son, but called others to come over instead?

Although the dean was puzzled, he could not disobey his father's dying request. Fortunately, Shu Wen was in this city. Although it was already early morning, no matter whether Shu Wen was asleep or wherever, he had to take over!

In the middle of the night, Shu Wen, who was still asleep, heard the noise of the mobile phone beside him. Guazi was a light sleeper, so he opened his green eyes directly, staring at the vibrating and ringing mobile phone next to the pillow, without making a sound.

Shu Wen thought he heard it wrong, turned over and planned to continue sleeping, but the ringtone was really loud, so Shu Wen opened one eye and groped around the bedside.

Holding the phone in front of her, Shu Wen saw that it was the dean's call, picked it up suspiciously, and put it next to her ear.

The dean, a man in his 60s and [-]s, also had a slightly crying voice at this time, and shouted into the phone: "Shu Wen, the old dean is dying, come to the hospital immediately!"

Shu Wen, who was still half asleep, was awakened by these words, sat up straight and asked nervously: "What's going on?"

"It's about to die, it's about to die... Come here quickly, I'll wait for you downstairs!"

Shu Wen held the phone in disbelief, he went to the hospital to see the old director two days ago, why did he die so soon?

Without much delay, Shu Wen didn't even change into his pajamas, he just put on a down jacket and opened the door to go out.

The sleet outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit his face with crackling, Shu Wen suddenly woke up. He gathered up his down jacket and felt a gust of cold wind blowing up from his trousers, but He didn't have that much time to think, so he trotted all the way to the garage, and drove out the remaining car in the car.

At 1 o'clock in the morning, there was no one on the street. Shu Wen's car was driving very fast, and the air conditioner was not turned on in the car. The cold wind rushed up from under his feet, and Shu Wen's hands were a little stiff. Fortunately, there were fewer cars and fewer people. It only took him ten minutes to arrive at the hospital.

It was late at night, but there were still many people in the hospital. Shu Wen saw the dean standing in the cold wind at a glance. He was wiping away tears, not knowing what to do.

"Dean!"

Shu Wen ran over panting, the dean raised his head and saw him running out in pajamas, his nose was sore and he couldn't say anything.

"Don't cry, how is the old dean, grandpa?"

Shu Wen patted the dean on the shoulder, seeing this man crying like a child, felt really sad.

The dean cried and said to Shu Wen: "Come with me, come with me..."

In the intensive care unit, the old dean was staring at the ceiling in a daze, not daring to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, he would really never wake up again.

The door was opened, and with blurred eyes, he saw two people approaching him. Although he didn't know what they said, after all, he could only hear his own heartbeat, the last sound.

"Grandpa Dean..."

Hearing the familiar voice, the old dean turned to Shu Wen, and slowly opened his mouth: "Shu...Wen..."

"It's me." Shu Wen held the old dean's hand, and couldn't help making his nose sour. The old dean with tubes all over his body is really... so pitiful.

The old dean panted, turned his cloudy eyes to Shu Wen, and said, "You...you really look like your father..."

Shu Wen was stunned, he thought he had heard wrong, after all he was an orphan, where did his father come from?

"Look at you one last time... I can also go to see your parents with peace of mind..."

Shu Wen's eyes widened, he heard correctly, the old dean was talking about his parents.Shu Wen never imagined that the old dean called him here for this matter!

"You know my parents?" Shu Wen said anxiously, "Then who are they?"

Why should he still be in the orphanage, why should he be so cruel to him, why never find him?

Shu Wen still had a lot of questions to ask, but seeing that the old dean couldn't bring himself to ask, he couldn't help crying: "Grandpa dean, please tell me, okay?"

The old dean chuckled, and he shook his head.

He promised that young girl that he would never let Shu Wen know whose child he was.

Shu Wen knelt down directly, looking at the dean with red eyes, maybe only this dying person in this world knows his parents, that man and woman who never existed.

"Grandpa dean, can you tell me... tell me..."

Hot tears dripped from Shu Wen's face and fell on the hospital bed, but the old director turned a deaf ear to it, just looked at Shu Wen's crying face, and didn't say a word.

Shu Wen suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet as the ear-piercing sound of heartbeat stopped.

The old dean closed his eyes just like that, and left completely with the secret that he refused to tell.