Two days later, Zhou Mikang was discharged from the hospital and went straight to live in a courtyard house in the Capital City. Every day after class, Chuxia would imdiately return ho to accompany the division commander’s Tongzi, as this was the decisive condition for the division commander Tongzi to agree to let her continue at school.
The next day, accompanied by Qian Yan and Qian Dakun, Wan Yuqiong attended Qian Jianming’s funeral—Old Master Wan had to agree to it because he didn’t want his daughter to have any regrets.
A person who was alive just days ago had now turned into a small square box... Although she had already accepted this fact earlier, when truly facing it, Wan Yuqiong still found it hard to believe...
After more than twenty years of marriage, despite many unhappy mories, at tis like these, all that cos to mind are the good things about the other person, especially since the other person’s death was because of caring for her...
Feeling Wan Yuqiong’s hesitation, Qian Yan tightened her grip on her arm. No matter how her father treated her, once he’s gone, the hatred dissipates too. As his daughter, her heart was also very heavy.
Relatively speaking, Qian Dakun had the most complicated emotions. Once, he most longed to live with his mother, and now that this wish was fulfilled, it had happened under these circumstances...
As the three walked, they attracted the attention of many people. One might say they were the true sufferers, yet in reality, they had beco outsiders...
Old Master Qian looked at his daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter with a detached expression. After they finished paying their respects, he turned and left the mourning hall directly...
Everyone looked on in amazent. This clearly showed that he did not consider the mother and children as mbers of the Qian Family. Such an obvious slap in the face truly surprised them. Not to ntion, Qian Dakun was a grandson of the Qian Family. Could they really afford to cast this grandson aside in a family with such few male heirs?
Old Lady Qian sighed softly and nodded at Wan Yuqiong and her children.
Qian Yan hesitated for a mont, then whispered, "Grandma, my mom hasn’t fully recovered yet. The doctor only allowed a two-hour leave. We’ll leave now, and Dakun and I will co back to see you later."
"Go ahead," the old lady sighed again. "Yuqiong, your thoughtfulness is enough. Take good care of yourself, and call ho if you need anything."
Since marrying into the Qian Family, the tis Old Lady Qian had been kind to her could be counted on one hand, leaving Wan Yuqiong standing there in a daze.
"Thank you, Grandma," Qian Yan quickly expressed gratitude on behalf of her mom. "My mom is too touched to know what to say. Don’t worry, Grandma, my brother and I will take good care of mom so that she recovers quickly."
"Grandma..." said Qian Dakun, who had been maintaining a stern face, finally greeting Old Lady Qian.
"You..." Old Lady Qian shook her head helplessly, waving at the three of them.
Wan Yuqiong then led her two children away. No matter how much she wanted to say, now wasn’t the ti. She had been there, she had sent him off, and that was all she could do.
As for what others thought or said, let them be... The fact that she and Qian Jianming divorced was unknown to outsiders, so it was entirely predictable how people would talk about her afterward—a woman disliked by her husband’s family to the extent that she couldn’t even participate in the funeral personally—how could others respect her?
Luckily, she had returned to her father’s side. Otherwise, she would have ruined her children’s future. But then again, if she didn’t have her father to rely on, she wouldn’t have been able to take this step...
As the three of them exited the door, Old Master Wan promptly got out of the car, worried that the Qian family might bully them, and he had been waiting outside with Wang Zhongliang all along.
Although Zhou Jingping told him that the matter had been resolved and the Qian family wouldn’t do anything to him or to Wan Yuqiong, the worry remained.
Seeing his daughter’s sowhat pale expression, Old Master Wan sighed, nodded at his grandchildren, and waited until they all got in the car before sitting in the passenger seat and saying to Wang Zhongliang, "Let’s go."
The car returned to the hospital, and as Wan Yuqiong lay back in her bed, she closed her eyes.
"Mom..."
"Mom..."
The calls from her children let a sliver of light into Wan Yuqiong’s cotton-filled heart. After a mont, she opened her eyes and forced a smile: "I’m just tired and want to rest for a while..." Then she looked at her father, "Dad, I’m sorry for worrying you again."
"Ah..." Old Master Wan sighed, taking a deep breath. "It’s good that you’re willing to talk. I understand your feelings..." Pausing, he continued, "Yanyan, Dakun, and I will go outside and let you rest quietly for a while. If you need anything, just knock on the table; we’ll hear it."
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