Pampering cool and thin beloved wife

Chapter 37
The aunt of the He family looked at her kindly, she shook her head and nodded again: "Yun... Chang, come here. Madam... Madam has something to say."

"Don't move..." Jian Yunshang bent down cautiously, the tears in her eyes were already flooding, only she kept pinching her palms to force herself to be strong, so she didn't cry out.

In a word, she spoke intermittently for nearly 5 minutes before finishing it completely. Jian Yunshang was in tears, unable to utter a word except for nodding.

She didn't know how the brother of the He family died back then. Even if the instigators behind it were Jian Weiwei's mother and daughter, after so many years, the evidence that should be destroyed is almost destroyed. It is not easy to bring them to justice.

"Sister..." In depression, Jian Yunrong followed Jiang Muchen, and probably appeared outside the door after receiving a doctor's notice.

Jian Yunshang quickly forced back the tears, turned her head lightly and nodded, gently bent down, and whispered into Aunt He's ear, "Ma'am, Yunrong is here to see you."

"Okay..." He closed his eyes, and a gratified smile appeared on his withered and pale face.

Jian Yunshang's heart twitched fiercely, but the instruments on the side sent out alarms one after another.

"Ma'am..." Jian Yunshang stared blankly at the thin figure on the bed, her eyes darkened, and she fell straight out.

Seeing Jian Yunshang fainted, Jian Yunrong was frightened out of his wits, her legs stuck in place as if they had taken root, and she forgot to react.

Fortunately, Jiang Muchen, who was at the side, had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly caught her the moment she fell, and hugged her into his arms like a treasure.

At this time, several professional doctors and nurses who had been waiting outside immediately pushed the patient into the emergency room next door for first aid when the alarm sounded.

This ward, no matter the equipment, facilities or staffing, has the standard of the first-class hospital in Kyoto.Taking advantage of the doctor's orderly rescue, Jiang Muchen carried Jian Yunshang to the side sofa and sat down.

"Sister..." Jian Yunrong came back to her senses, walked around the hospital bed with cold hands and feet, and anxiously grabbed her Jian Yunshang's arm and shook it lightly: "Sister!"

"Has she often stayed up late lately?" Jiang Muchen loosened his grip slightly, and supported her on his shoulder.

Jian Yunrong lowered her head, stared at her toes with self-blame, and replied vaguely: "I often suffer..."

Jiang Muchen sighed distressedly, the warm touch from his shoulders, like a raging fire, spread through the whole body like an electric current through the cloth.

He lowered his eyes, slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and looked at the person in his arms gently.On the pale face, there was a black shadow under the eye sockets, and the two black eyebrows were tightly knit, full of sorrow.

The fingertips landed on her chest and stopped for a moment, but finally couldn't bear to pinch her, so she hesitated to withdraw her head and greeted Jian Yunrong: "Yunrong, Aunt He should have a last word, you come and pinch your sister."

Jian Yunrong murmured, and when he supported his sister's head, he carefully raised his thumb, turned his face away, and pinched it down on the reddened person.

Jian Yunshang wakes up faintly, her black eyes staring blankly at everything in the room, as if in a lifetime.

Gathering her mind, she struggled to sit up straight, and gave Jian Yunrong a bleak smile, squinting her eyes and moving away from Jiang Muchen's body.

Seeing this, Jiang Muchen was angry and funny, but he was reluctant to provoke her at this juncture, so he sat upright sullenly.

At this moment, Jian Yunrong's attention was shifted to the hospital bed, and she didn't notice the undercurrent between the two of them at all.

His lips were trembling, and the last words his mother said to himself before his mother passed away vaguely appeared in his mind: "He Bo and his wife are good people, if I'm not around in the future, you siblings must honor them well."

At that time, he thought his mother's words were unlucky, but he didn't expect that what was meant to be a joke turned out to be a prophecy...

"The patient is awake, but has given up the will to survive..." After a while, all the noises in the room suddenly stopped, and the attending doctor took off his gloves tiredly, and opened his mouth to break the stagnant atmosphere of silence.

Jiang Muchen turned his head to glance at Jian Yunshang beside him, saw her open her eyes, and patted her shoulder with a big dry hand, her voice became soft involuntarily: "You have done your best, say goodbye to Aunt He."

Jian Yunshang bit her lip, stared into his affectionate eyes for a second, turned her face away and walked to the hospital bed with a weak body, standing with her younger brother.

"Cough..." Mrs. He coughed out a mouthful of thick phlegm, looked at Jian Yunshang earnestly, unable to speak out: "Yunshang..."

Jian Yunshang responded softly, and bent down obediently, her tears fell hard on the back of her hand like broken beads.The drops of water rolled down the white sheets along the jade-like skin, and quickly wet a large area.

"Ma'am, I'm here. Yunrong is here too, don't worry..." Jian Yunshang covered her mouth, for fear of crying.

"Okay...you...both siblings...are fine, I...don't worry!" Aunt He held Jian Yunshang's hand tremblingly: "I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die... "

"Yeah!" Jian Yunshang nodded heavily, hugged her arm tremblingly, her mind was empty.

The lady of the He family smiled, her eyelids slowly closed, and she passed away with her unfulfilled wish.

"Ma'am..." The temperature of the arm resting in Jian Yunshang's palm gradually became cold, she held on tightly, cried out in mourning, and lay down on her body, crying loudly.

Jian Yunrong on the side clenched her fists, her face was distorted in anger and grief, and her throat kept crying like a beast.

Seeing this, the other people in the room retreated silently.

Two years ago, when her grandmother passed away, she thought that there would be no relatives in this world except her younger brother.Aunt He's unexpected appearance was like a warm current in the cold winter, penetrating to the bottom of my heart.

However, the time given by God is too short, she has not had time to enjoy this warmth, but she has to face the cruel parting of life and death.

All of this is because of the mother and daughter who deserve to go to hell!
Jiang Muchen felt quite uncomfortable, and immediately called Zhuo Hui over when he left the house, and ordered him to take care of Aunt He's funeral.

The night in Kyoto in April was cold and humid.

Jian Weiwei curled up in the basement of Jian's mansion, shivering from the cold.

The power of the mobile phone is running out, and it is pitch black here, and it is impossible to distinguish day from night.If it wasn't for the time reminder on the screen, she would not have known that she had been locked up for 5 hours.

During this period, she didn't drink a drop of water, she was cold and hungry, and she didn't dare to urinate when she was anxious.

The mobile phone was turned on and off, but there was only a weak signal. Jian Weiwei got up angrily and stomped her feet, and dialed Xue Liheng's number without giving up.

As her hopes failed one after another, she began to feel fear and despair, grabbed her phone and edited a text message indiscriminately and sent it.

"Drip..." The voice that came out of nowhere seemed particularly frightening in the darkness.

Jian Weiwei was so frightened that she didn't feel relieved until she saw the message on the screen indicating that the message was sent successfully.She looked at it in disbelief for a few seconds, and then burst into a wild laugh.

(End of this chapter)