Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1536 Grandma Passed Away

The doctor was also uncomfortable watching this scene and stood aside silently.

Inside the ward, the smell of disinfectant was pungent and cold, as if it was going to freeze the last bit of warmth.

The "beeping" sound of the electrocardiogram monitor, like the ruthless countdown of fate, strikes on everyone's heart again and again.

Fu Yanchen's face was filled with anxiety, and he said to the doctor anxiously: "Doctor, my grandma..."

His hands were tightly clenched on the corners of his clothes, his knuckles turned white from the force, and he felt as if an invisible hand was grabbing his heart, full of pain and despair.

The doctor patted Fu Yanchen's shoulder gently, with a hint of comfort in his eyes, but his tone was very objective: "Mr. Fu, you are also aware of the old lady's physical condition. The old lady's body has had some problems recently, and the situation is not very optimistic. However, don't worry too much. Although the current situation is a bit tricky, it is not completely hopeless. After all, the doctors are doing their best to treat her, and we are all praying for the old lady.

"It's just that the elderly's bodies are indeed more fragile than those of young people. Recovery may be slower and require more time and energy. Therefore, during this process, the old lady may have to endure some hardship and pain. However, I believe that as long as the old lady is strong, she will be able to overcome these difficulties."

Mr. Fu, you should also give the old lady some encouragement and support, let her know that we are all by her side, and we are cheering her on. As long as we work together, I believe the old lady will be able to recover soon."

The doctor's words were like a double-edged sword, giving Fu Yanchen a glimmer of hope while forcing him to face the cruel reality.

At this moment, the old lady who had been lying on the hospital bed with a weak breath suddenly smiled faintly.

There was no fear of death in that smile, only a sense of relief after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Fu Yanchen, her voice hoarse but very clear: "Doctor, don't waste it, I'm old enough."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from her dry throat, with a sense of determination.

Fu Yanchen: "Grandma, don't say that, you will definitely get better."

The old lady shook her head gently, her eyes full of love: "Yan Chen, since you are here, please help me write...write a suicide note..."

"Grandma, what did you say? What will? Don't talk nonsense."

"Yan Chen, stop deceiving yourself. I know my body. I'll just write... my things are left to my granddaughter Xu Xiaoxiao... The inheritance is... is... when I was young, I had some money... I bought a house in the capital, a courtyard house... The property certificate... is... is..."

The old lady's breathing became more and more rapid, and it took a lot of effort for her to say each word. Her eyes began to blur, but she was still determined to finish her words.

"Grandma, don't talk," Fu Yanchen whispered.

"In...Fu's house...the room where I used to live...behind the mural...cough cough cough..."

The old lady began to cough violently and her body began to tremble.

Fu Yanchen quickly patted his grandmother's back, tears streaming down his face. "Grandma, don't be anxious. Talk slowly."

Seeing this, the doctor hurried forward to check on the old lady and said softly, "Old lady, don't get excited. Take your time."

The old lady took a deep breath and said with her last bit of strength, "That house... is a little gift from me to my granddaughter... so that she can have someone to rely on in the future... Yanchen, you must help me give the will to Xiaoxiao..."

Her eyes were full of anticipation and reluctance, as if she was completing the most important thing in her life.

Fu Yanchen nodded vigorously, bursting into tears: "Grandma, I remember, I will definitely give the things to Xiaoxiao. You have to hold on too, we still have to watch Xiaoxiao's baby being born together."

Fu Yanchen held his grandmother's hand tightly. Her hands were so thin that only skin and bones were left, but they still contained a hint of warmth.

"Look, Grandma, I wrote it down as you said. Now stop talking and take care of yourself."

His eyes were full of worry and heartache, as if if he just said one more word, he could block all the pain for his grandmother.

However, at this moment, the old lady who had been lying on the hospital bed, as if using up all her strength, suddenly pulled out the instrument on her right hand.

The instrument fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp sound that was particularly abrupt in the quiet ward.

Fu Yanchen was startled by this sudden action, his eyes widened, and he shouted in horror: "Grandma!"

The old lady seemed not to hear his cry. There was a resolute light in her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly as she uttered a few words with difficulty: "Pen... I will sign... Without a signature, the will is invalid. That ungrateful couple will cause trouble for Xiaoxiao." Grandma's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, but with unquestionable firmness.

Tears welled up in Fu Yanchen's eyes. He suppressed his grief and quickly took out a pen from his pocket. He handed it forward with trembling hands and said in a choked voice, "Grandma, this is for you."

His hands trembled with excitement, as if the pen carried all his hopes and reluctance.

The old lady slowly stretched out her hands. Her hands were as withered as sticks, with bulging veins, like old tree roots riddled with holes from time and illness.

She tried hard to hold the pen, her fingers trembling slightly due to weakness, but she still gritted her teeth and began to write her name crookedly.

Every stroke seems to have been drawn with all the strength in the body, as if making a final struggle against fate.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, slowly slid down her old cheeks, and wet the pillow.

His lips were bitten white, but he didn't utter a single groan of pain.

Fu Yanchen felt heartbroken when he saw how difficult it was for his grandmother. He wanted to bear all the pain for his grandmother, but he could only cry silently.

Finally, the last stroke fell, and the old lady seemed to have used up her last bit of strength, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground with a "click"

The old lady smiled slightly, with a hint of relief in her smile, and then slowly closed her eyes.

The lines on the ECG monitor began to fluctuate violently, and a shrill alarm sounded.

Doctors quickly gathered around and began emergency treatment.

Fu Yanchen stood aside blankly, watching the busy figures of the doctors

His grandmother's smile and words kept appearing in his mind. Those warm memories came to him like a tide, but were shattered in an instant by the cruelty of reality.

In this small ward, the final sound of a life is taking place, and the old lady's last wish, like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminates Fu Yanchen's way forward and makes him understand the weight of responsibility and commitment.

Inside the emergency room, the line on the ECG monitor gradually turned into a straight line, emitting a long, shrill beep.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, as if it was also mourning the departure of the old man.

In the ward, the lights were still dim, but they could no longer illuminate the once warm face.

The old lady left this world forever with her last wishes and love for her relatives, leaving behind only the crooked signature as the last sound of her life.

In the hospital corridor, the lights were pale and cold, as if all the warmth had been sucked away, shrouding everything around in deathly silence.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and every tick was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Yanchen's heart hard.

The doctor walked out of the ward with a tired and somewhat helpless look on his face, his steps a little heavy.

He took off his mask, revealing a face full of fatigue. His eyes fell on Fu Yanchen and he said softly, "Mr. Fu, we have done our best. Please accept my condolences!"

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was also infected by the sad atmosphere.

Fu Yanchen's originally tall and straight figure now seemed to be bent by an invisible force.

He stood there, his eyes empty and confused, as if his soul had been taken away.

Upon hearing the news of the old lady's death, his mind went blank for an instant, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze in place.

He was silent for a long time, without saying a word, just standing there quietly.

Seeing Fu Yanchen's silence, the doctor felt a little sorry for her and slowly said, "Mr. Fu, the old woman... has no will to live at all. She... really doesn't want to live anymore. We have done our best."

There was a hint of explanation in the doctor's words, as if telling Fu Yanchen that it was not their fault.

Fu Yanchen slowly came back to his senses. A trace of pain and helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calmer, and said, "Thank you. I know what happened next... I'll have someone handle it. Please don't tell my wife. She's in poor health and can't handle it."

Although the voice was calm, it carried an unquestionable firmness.

Xu Xiaoxiao's gentle face couldn't help but appear in his mind. She was already weak and pregnant. If she learned the news, she would definitely not be able to bear the huge blow.

He didn't want Xiaoxiao to suffer too much, so he wanted to carry this heavy sadness alone, just like his grandmother had protected him from the wind and rain. Little did he know that his kindness almost led to bad things.

Fu Yanchen clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

His heart was filled with self-blame and regret. He blamed himself for not taking good care of his grandmother and regretted not spending more time with her in her last moments.

But at this moment, he couldn't keep immersing himself in sorrow. He still had funeral affairs to deal with and Xiaoxiao to take care of.

He raised his head and looked towards the ward, as if he could see his grandmother's kind smile.

He said silently in his heart: "Grandma, don't worry and go. I will take good care of this family and make Xiaoxiao happy."

Then he turned around and walked out of the hospital with firm steps to arrange his grandmother's funeral and take on the responsibility of being the pillar of the family.

The Fu family's old house was quiet and deep in the night, as if covered by a thick curtain.

The moonlight shines through the mottled shadows of the trees and falls on the ground in the courtyard, forming patches of cool light.

Fu Yanchen dragged his heavy steps back home, and every step felt like he was stepping on cotton, soft yet extremely heavy.

His face was filled with fatigue and sadness, and his deep eyes were now bloodshot, as if soaked in tears.

He walked straight to the room where his grandmother used to live. The door seemed like a gate of time. If he pushed it open, he could return to the warm years with his grandmother.

The room is filled with a faint old smell, which is the trace left by the years.

The murals on the wall are still hanging quietly, as if telling stories of the past.

Fu Yanchen slowly walked to the painted wall and took it down with his hands trembling slightly.

As the painted wall moved, a hidden small compartment was revealed at the back, in which the property certificate lay quietly.

The property certificate is like a precious treasure, carrying the grandmother's love and expectations for her granddaughter.

He carefully took out the property certificate and gently patted the dust off it, as if he was stroking his grandmother's warm hand.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I can't let you know the news of grandma's death yet."

Fu Yanchen muttered silently in his heart, his eyes full of determination.

He knew that Xiaoxiao was weak and would not be able to bear the huge blow if she learned of the bad news.

He wanted to carry this sadness alone, like a silent mountain, protecting Xiaoxiao from the wind and rain.

At this moment, the room was so quiet that the only sound one could hear was one's own heartbeat.

Fu Yanchen looked around at the familiar furniture and furnishings, as if he could still see his grandmother sitting in the rocking chair, looking at him with a smile.

He couldn't help but let his tears well up in his eyes, but he forced himself not to let them fall.

Fortunately, Xiaoxiao was already asleep at this time. Her even breathing coming from the next room sounded like the most beautiful lullaby in the world.

Fu Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief. The sadness hidden deep in his heart was like a time bomb that could explode at any time.

He slowly walked out of the room, holding the suicide note and the property deed. In the night, his figure seemed particularly lonely and desolate.

He went to the garage, opened the car door, and got in the driver's seat. The roar of the engine broke the silence of the night, and he drove towards the company.

Along the way, the city lights flashed past the car window, like the fleeting beauty in life.

Fu Yanchen's mind was not on the road at all. His grandmother's smile and words kept appearing in his mind.

Those warm memories now seemed like sharp knives piercing his heart.

Finally, he came to the company.

The building was completely dark, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

He went to his office, opened the drawer, put the things in carefully, and then locked it.

That small lock is like a line of defense, temporarily sealing away the sadness and secret.

He leaned back in his office chair, closed his eyes, and took a long breath.

At this moment, he seemed to have shed all his fatigue, but the pain in his heart was still with him.

In the days to come, he will carry his grandmother's love and expectations, take good care of Xiaoxiao, and protect this family.