Chapter 627 - 627 Collapse

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Chen Xing quietly went to Little Niu’s side and helped him pick up some food.

Little Niu smiled and ruffled Chen Xing’s hair.

Chen Xing smiled and whispered to Little Niu, “Brother Niu, it doesn’t matter if you can’t drink. If you get married in the future, we can all drink for you.”

Little Niu’s face was very red. He replied softly, “Then I’ll thank Little Xing in advance.”

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He had never thought of getting married, but Chen Xing’s words made him feel extremely warm.

From the time he was born until he was twenty-four years old, he was destined to travel around for a living. Perhaps after enduring all the hardships, he would meet a woman who understood him well.

He was born to suffer, but there would always be someone to take over and love him. He thought that even if it was short-lived, it was enough. This love was enough to support him through all the unbearable pain.

Chen Xing smiled. “Brother Niu, you don’t have to thank me. With my brother, eldest brother, second brother, and eldest cousin around, it might not be my turn. Hehe, our family is very good at drinking.”

Little Niu laughed. He could feel it.

Old Wu and Gui You liked to drink to begin with, and the others were also more or less in the mood.

After the New Year’s Eve dinner, there was also hangover soup. Even if one was drunk, they wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

Little Niu held the hangover soup with a faint floral aroma and went out the door to look up at the sky.

His heart was already closed, and his eyes were completely blind. However, his senses were getting better and better. He thought to himself, ‘Master, are you watching? I didn’t let you down. I’m doing very well. I’m eating my fill and wearing warm clothes. Don’t worry, go ahead. Don’t worry about me. I promise you that I’ll live on well. Whether I succeed or not, I won’t disappoint you. If I fail, I won’t have any complaints. I’ll accept my fate. What you’re worried about will never happen. If I succeed, please forgive me for being unfilial. I’ll have to grow old before I can meet you. I’ll always remember your teachings.’

A snowflake suddenly landed on his face. It was snowing.

Little Niu smiled brightly.

Su Xiaolu was not far away and watched with a smile. Her Junior Brother was on the right track.

She looked at the sky and muttered, “Uncle-Master Niu, you can rest assured in heaven.”

Snowflakes fell one after another.

It was an auspicious snowy year. At this moment, everyone who saw the snow was in a good mood.

After quietly admiring the snow for a while, everyone washed up and returned to their rooms to rest.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door.

Shuang Gui, who was guarding the door, immediately stood up to open the door. He asked politely, “Who is it? Why are you looking for my master?”

“Quick, inform your master and madam. Tell them to go over quickly. Your madam’s father is dying. I’m from the Yan family.”

The person said anxiously.

When Shuang Gui heard this, he immediately went to the main courtyard to report.

Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao were already sound asleep. Shuang Gui knocked very softly and only woke Su Sanlang up. After Su Sanlang answered, Shuang Gui stopped knocking.

Su Sanlang got up, opened the door gently, and asked softly, “Shuang Gui, what’s the matter?”

Shuang Gui reported, “Master, there was a knock on the door just now. Someone from the Yan family came. They said that Madam’s father, Lord Yan, is dying. They specially came to invite Madam and you over.”

Su Sanlang frowned. Yan Qingyun was dying. This was not a small matter. No matter what, he was Madam Zhao’s biological father.

Su Sanlang did not delay and woke Madam Zhao up when he returned to the room.

After Madam Zhao heard this, she said softly to Su Sanlang, “Sanlang, let’s go together. Let’s go take a look first. He has always been good at taking advantage of the situation. We cannot trust the servants’ words fully. Don’t disturb the children first.”

Madam Zhao was not very close to Yan Qingyun, but she was not cold either. She only had a normal relationship with him. She had also done what Yan Qingyun had done. Their relationship was neither close nor cold.

Logically speaking, he wanted to see her on his deathbed, so it was fine for her to go and see him.

She would not believe all the servants’ words.

Su Sanlang nodded. The husband and wife moved quietly. After changing their clothes, Su Sanlang tied Madam Zhao’s cloak and the two of them went out.

After leaving the house, the servants from the Yan family were stunned when they saw that there were only Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao said calmly, “Let’s go.”

The servant came back to his senses and immediately brought Madam Zhao and Su Sanlang back. Before he left, the young master instructed him to call the Su family over, but the old master and madam of the Su family clearly did not have that intention. As a servant, he was used to reading people’s expressions. At this moment, he would not ask anything.

It was fine as long as someone from the Su family went.

The carriage sped away.

Soon, they returned to the Yan Residence.

The servant led Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao in.

The main courtyard was brightly lit. The juniors were all dressed warmly, and the women were wiping their tears with handkerchiefs.

Madam Zhao passed by and heard them whispering, “Bodhisattva, bless Grandpa to live a long life.”

Madam Zhao and Su Sanlang entered the main house. Yan Zhiyuan and his wife were inside. He turned around and frowned when he saw Madam Zhao and Su Sanlang. “Why are there only the two of you? Why didn’t the others come?”

Su Sanlang glanced at Yan Zhiyuan and said calmly, “How’s Father-in-law?”

Su Sanlang did not answer Yan Zhiyuan’s question. Instead, he asked about Yan Qingyun’s health. He did not intend to argue with Yan Zhiyuan about his rudeness.

Yan Zhiyuan had never respected Madam Zhao. Su Sanlang had always known that. She was related to the Yan family only because of Yan Qingyun.

Yan Zhiyuan did not see the person he wanted to see, so he said coldly, “See for yourself.”

Su Sanlang held Madam Zhao’s hand and walked towards the inner room. He held her hand tightly and comforted her.

On the bed in the room, Yan Qingyun was lying on the bed. He didn’t look good. Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He didn’t seem to be able to move. Only his eyes could move.

Su Sanlang held Madam Zhao’s hand and sat down. Su Sanlang said respectfully, “Father-in-law, Mianmian and I are here to see you.”

Madam Zhao frowned slightly and said softly, “Father, I’m here.”

Madam Zhao took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of Yan Qingyun’s mouth. Looking at Yan Qingyun like this, she felt uncomfortable for a moment. She had always been weak. She had already let go of the past. She knew that this day would come for Yan Qingyun, but she didn’t expect him to be in such a sorry state.

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Madam Zhao’s heart softened when she could not say anything.

Yan Qingyun looked at Madam Zhao. He tried his best to move the corner of his mouth, but he could not move it no matter what. Only the saliva flowed out of his mouth. He could smell the stench of the saliva. It was precisely because of this that his son, Yan Zhiyuan, despised him.

He was not filial and did not allow servants to approach him. Perhaps because he knew that he was about to die, he dared to do anything and did not care about the consequences.

Yan Qingyun felt guilty about his daughter. In his opinion, he had always been thinking about how to make use of her. Madam Zhao had suffered a lot. Yan Zhenzhen was fine, but her marriage was also for benefits.

In the past, when Qi Xinyue was around, there was somebody supporting Yan Zhenzhen. In the past year or so, Yan Zhenzhen had complained several times, but he ignored her. He didn’t even know if she would come this time. The siblings blamed him for being too good to Madam Zhao. They thought that he was trying to curry favor with her. Actually, that wasn’t the case. Apart from what she should have taken, Madam Zhao returned the rest. Now that he couldn’t talk, Yan Qingyun couldn’t help but tear up when he saw that Madam Zhao was still wiping his mouth.