C404 Epilogue three life missed sleep

To be honest, even though his father wasn't exactly a good father, he had never done anything that went too far. The hatred and indifference he had towards him before was mostly because of Qi Rongrong's actions and his cowardice …

But now that he thought about it, his father's life must have been extremely hard for him as well. It could even be said that he was a coward, but underneath that feeling of helplessness and inferiority could also be the source of his love for Qi Rongrong. Speaking of it, for so many years, his father's heart had never changed, no matter how much disappointment he felt towards Qi Rongrong, how much anger he felt, could still be resolved in the end due to the word "love".

Her father must have been very charming when he was young, plus he had a good family background, what kind of woman did he not have? However, he had already decided that Qi Rongrong would not say a word when he was cheating, and had waited for her to change her mind.

He wasn't like a useless man, who had such an air and patience. No matter what, he didn't seem like an ordinary man, but for this woman, this woman that even her own son hated to the point his teeth itched, he was willing to live his entire life in such a dull manner.

"Speaking of which, when Master was young …"

The steward seemed to sigh with emotion as he spoke softly, "The old man had also praised him before. Back then, there were countless noble young masters chasing after him, but the only one he liked was his wife. From beginning to end, he never changed …"

"My mom has let dad down. She has let him down for the rest of her life." Shen Zonghao gently opened her mouth. If she had even a trace of feelings for her father, she would never do such a bad thing.

"Young Master... Actually, madam still has an old master in her heart … "

If Qi Rongrong was not touched, it would be impossible for the old master to be like that back then. Furthermore, she loved to play with one person, ever since the matter of the divorce had spread throughout the city, and since then, she had never quarreled with another man.

"I don't expect her to have a father in her heart. I just want her to be less angry with him and burn incense." Shen Zonghao sneered, and tilted his head, remaining silent.

When he arrived at the hospital, only after getting off the car did he realize that snow had started falling again, causing his face to feel an ice-cold, bone-piercing pain. Shen Zonghao walked up the stairs as someone welcomed him from the outside and rushed towards the ICU.

Through the large window, he saw his father, whose entire body was filled with tubes, lying there. Shen Zonghao stared blankly for a long time before collapsing.

Qi Rongrong also stood at the side. She was wearing a thick, long down jacket, and through the small gap on her collar, she could see the dark blue silk cheongsam with delicate patterns embroidered on it. She just stood there like that, her hair in a mess, her makeup completely gone, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

She just stood there quietly, looking at the person behind the glass, struggling between life and death. She never knew, never knew.

She loved him to the core.

After so many years had passed, she had hated him, resented him, coldly treated him, or even mocked him with a few words. She thought that she was still thinking about that lover who could not be with her all those years ago, and she thought that her heart had already been given to that man. But now, until she heard from the doctor that he was only lingering on his last breath and had no chance of survival, she froze as if she had been struck by lightning. Even his internal organs were in pain, each spasm was painful.

She didn't dare to let herself calm down, nor did she dare to look at him again. She sat by herself in the lounge and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes before she finally had the courage to walk over again.

And now, she didn't even have tears left.

Back then, for her love that was difficult to achieve, she hated him and hated herself. Back then, for her love that was difficult to achieve, she had let herself fall, allowed herself to turn into a woman that everyone disliked. She knew that she became bitter and harsh.

But now, it was too late. He was about to die, and there was no longer a need for her to live.

"Son …"

She gently called out to Shen Zonghao, "Your father is not going to live anymore. Let's not let him suffer any longer.

As Qi Rongrong spoke, large tears began to fall. She did not wipe them away, but allowed them to fall as she looked at the person lying on the ground through the mist.

Normally, when Shen Zonghao heard these words, he would definitely be angry and quarrel with her. But now, he actually stood up obediently and went to find a doctor.

The machines were just hanging on to his life. They wanted him to live a few more minutes, but in reality, it was the journey to hell.

He was pushed out of the room and into the room where he had been staying. His body was almost completely shriveled, and he was covered by a thin blanket.

Shen Zonghao followed eagerly, but he did not dare take another look, and entered the sickroom. The doctors and nurses left, and left the rest of the time to give the families a talk, to hear the last words of the dying.

Qi Rongrong turned around and gently closed the door. She walked straight to his bed and sat down, he was awake and she knew it was the end of the day, but she still smiled: "You're awake? "The doctor said you're fine. If you stay in the hospital for a few more days, we'll go home and celebrate New Year …"

Shen Shaokang laughed weakly, his lips wiggling a few times. He bent down and put his ear on his dry lips, "Tell me, I'm listening."

"I was thinking about my orchids... "Don't let them freeze to death …"

"Don't worry, I had someone move to the greenhouse a long time ago."

As Qi Rongrong said that, his tears fell. She hurriedly wiped them away and smiled, "Old man, you should hurry and go pick up your flowers. You don't know how precious their flowers are, but they have tired me half dead …"