Marital shenanigans: ex-wife, don't come back

"Sad?!" Zhan Yan murmured, his eyes were quiet and dark, as if he couldn't see any color: "I can't accept such a result, I can't accept it!"

"You can't accept it, and I can't help it, but that's the truth!"

Zhan Yan didn't speak, but just stood quietly. The dim yellow and soft light lit up her pale face. She was frozen there like a fossil, motionless, and there was a numb and painful light in her empty eyes.

Gradually, a strange and gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She went to the window, stretched out her hand and lifted the white cloth covered on Mr. Zhan's face. Looking at Grandpa's familiar and old face, she burst into tears and formed a fuzzy white fog in front of Zhan Yan.

Suddenly, entangled by despair, she could no longer see or hear other people's voices

"Grandpa, you won't die, will you?" she reached out and gently touched Mr. Zhan's face. It was quiet like a dead body. Her mouth was still muttering to herself: "ha ha, grandpa loves Yan most. How can he die? Grandpa won't be so cruel to leave Yan!"

Suddenly, in her vague consciousness, she seemed to see Grandpa smiling at her.

"Grandpa, you're all right! They just lied to Yan Yan. You're dead!" a ray of light flashed in Ye Yan's empty eyes, "hum! Luckily I didn't believe it!"

"Grandpa, you won't leave Yanyan, will you?!"

Zhan Yan's world seems to have been isolated from the world. Only that sentence is left mumbling and repeating in her world.

"Grandpa, let's go home. Yan Yan will take you home, OK? It's so cold here. Grandpa is most afraid of cold, isn't he?"

Zhan Yan immediately took his father back to the exhibition house. Fortunately, people from the hospital took them all the way back. As soon as he arrived at the exhibition house, the housekeeper of the exhibition house cried like a tearful man, but he still set up a mourning hall for him, and Zhan Yan knelt in the middle of the mourning hall all the time.

She didn't shed tears, but it could make people feel the heavy sadness in her heart.

When Su Qianmo got the news and came, he saw the black-and-white mourning hall and Zhan Yan kneeling in the center of the mourning hall. He frowned slightly and looked at the housekeeper behind him, "housekeeper, how long has Yan Yan been kneeling?"

"Mr. Su, it's good for you to come. Please persuade the young lady quickly. Since the master was sent back to the exhibition house, the young lady has been kneeling for nearly two hours, and her body will be unbearable!"

Su Qian went up and reached out to take Zhan Yan into his arms, but he was stopped in mid air by the woman's cold words.

"Suqianmo, you don't care about me. I deserve it!"

"Yan Yan, it's not your fault, nor is Grandpa's death your fault!" Su Qianmo frowned slightly. How he wanted to take her into his arms and take care of her carefully, but he also knew that the person she needed was not him, never him.

Zhan Yan didn't speak, but knelt quietly and didn't move an inch.

Suqianmo, you don't know, you don't know at all. How can it have nothing to do with me?

If I hadn't insisted on marrying Fu Beichen and separated Fu Beichen and Lin Siwei, why would the exhibitor be here?

If she hadn't insisted on marrying Fu Beichen, all these entanglements would not have happened!

If it wasn't for her, how could Lin Siwei think of kidnapping grandpa to threaten her?