Dressed as a wealthy widow who inherits billions of inheritances

Chapter 627 Extra 29 - Xia Zhiwei is sick

Tomorrow or accident, you never know which comes first.

Half a month later, Mr. Xie was critically ill.

Xia Zhiwei and Xie Jingting canceled the rest of their travel plans and hurried back to Jiangbei.

The two caught up with Mr. Xie for the last time. Before he died, Mr. Xie gave Xia Zhiwei his walking stick.

Mr. Xie's health has been poor for the past two years, and he is almost bedridden. Everyone has already made psychological preparations, but when he saw the other party leave this world with his own eyes, Xia Zhiwei felt unspeakably sad.

It wasn't until the funeral was over that Xia Zhiwei's mood improved.

Time flies, and another three years have passed.

Xie Jingting abided by the agreement with Shen Hongzhen, and did not attack the Shen family and the Shen family again.

But even so, it did not change the decline of the Shen family.

The former business empire has long since ceased to exist. The global market value of the Shen family has shrunk by as much as four-fifths.

On this day, after sending Xie Yixuan home from the first grade, Xia Zhiwei went back to the bedroom and started looking for things.

Xie Jingting asked her what she was looking for, and Xia Zhiwei replied casually, "Looking for that purple silk cheongsam."

"You took it to the imperial capital before, and put it over there."

"Is there? Why don't I remember?"

Xia Zhiwei scratched her hair, "Then I'll make another one, husband, how about making a wine red one?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Grandpa's birthday is coming soon, so I'll wear it well then."

Xie Jingting's expression froze for a moment, "Honey, what did you just say?"

Xia Zhiwei looked at him inexplicably, "What's wrong? Grandpa's birthday is next month, have you forgotten?"

Xie Jingting, who can calmly face any unexpected situation, panicked for the first time.

After sending Xia Zhiwei to the cheongsam shop in a state of anxiety, Xie Jingting went to see a familiar brain doctor alone.

After listening to Xie Jingting's description, the brain doctor told him, "It is initially suspected that your wife may suffer from Alzheimer's disease."

"Impossible, she's only 31 years old!"

The doctor patiently explained: "This disease is not only suffered by the elderly, but also by middle-aged people. It is mostly inherited in the family. Further examinations are needed to confirm."

After saying goodbye to his doctor friend, Xie Jingting returned to the cheongsam shop, picked up Xia Zhiwei and went home without saying a word to the doctor.

Subconsciously, he still couldn't accept his wife suffering from this non-fatal but incurable disease.

In the days that followed, Xie Jingting began to intentionally reduce his work, spending more time with and taking care of Xia Zhiwei.

Xia Zhiwei didn't realize what was wrong with her until——

Hearing his son crying downstairs, Xie Jingting came down from the study in doubt, and saw the mother and son in the living room with puzzled faces.

"what happened?"

Xia Zhiwei was still holding the feather duster in his hand, pointing at Xie Yixuan, "This kid is getting more and more lawless, and he actually cursed his grandfather to die."

Xie Yixuan was so angry that he jumped up and down, "Grandfather is already dead! I'm not wrong!"

"You said it!"

As soon as Xia Zhiwei raised the feather duster in his hand, Xie Jingting grabbed it.

Xie Jingting looked at the panicked eldest son, "Take the younger brothers back to the study to do their homework."

Xie Yiyun hesitated to speak, but under Xie Jingting's gaze, he picked up his younger brother who was still wiping his tears, and turned to walk up the stairs.

After the sons had left, Xia Zhiwei stared at Xie Jingting complainingly, "You know how to pamper the fourth child, see how you pamper him."

Xie Jingting put the feather duster aside, picked up the car keys, and led Xia Zhiwei out the door.

"Where to go?"

Seeing the car driving out of the city, Xia Zhiwei asked suspiciously.

Xie Jingting replied in a low voice, "You will know in a while."

(End of this chapter)