Don't abuse the president, your wife is the real daughter

Chapter 10 Pretending to be affectionate

With a blank face, Song Chaoyu clicked on the push message.

In the eyes, Tang Man is holding Zhan Jincheng's arm affectionately, with his head resting on Zhan Jincheng's shoulder, Zhan Jincheng's expression is neither sad nor happy, the two of them stand together very well.

Tang Man is sweet and cute, with a well-defined body, outlining a good figure, and Zhan Jincheng is noble and indifferent. The two stand together, and they look like a very good match when they are taken casually. There are many words in the comment section that praise the two.

Song Chaoyu flipped through a few articles, and finally realized that he was looking at the time.

Seeing that it was still early, she got up to wash up, her skin care products were still placed on the dressing table, and she was going to see her brother later.

There was a row of expensive skin care products, she picked a few and patted her face, trying to make herself look better, and put on clean clothes.

Before leaving, Song Chaoyu smiled at the mirror pen, but it looked ugly.

Since she did not commit suicide last night, and she still has a younger brother and mother to take care of, she must not fall down, and now she is the umbrella of the family.

The top priority is that Song Chaoyu must take care of his father's funeral, and then take good care of his younger brother and mother.

After Song Chaoyu arrived at the hospital, he went to see his mother immediately.

The mother was talking to the younger brother, holding his hand to tell him something about asthma, the door was ajar, and Song Zhaoyu stood outside the door and listened carefully.

My mother has done a lot of homework and has taken care of my father for so many years. She has a good way of taking care of asthma, and she is very serious in her instructions to her younger brother, as if she is afraid of losing her son.

When her mother had finished speaking, Song Zhaoyu pushed the door open and went in, and her mother immediately fell silent.

Li Ping glanced at Song Chaoyu, but in the end she couldn't say anything, just sighed lightly, and left.

Song Haichen looked at the expressions of the two of them inexplicably. The relationship between mother and sister has always been very good, but today it looks a little strange.

"Sister, did you quarrel with your mother?" Song Haichen asked.

Song Chaoyu shook his head.

"No, it's just that I did something wrong and made my mother angry. How are you feeling today?" Song Zhaoyu asked with concern.

She was very afraid that her mother would tell Song Haichen about this, and she hadn't figured out how to tell Song Haichen about it.

"It's not bad. If you do something wrong, just admit it to your mother. My mother is not a person who can't be unreasonable." Song Haichen said with a smile.

Song Chaoyu nodded and chatted with Song Haichen for a while before leaving the ward.

Li Ping was sitting on the bench outside the door. Seeing Song Chaoyu's exhausted expression, she couldn't help feeling sorry for her. After all, she was the daughter she loved and grew up with.

Li Ping choked up and said, "Your father... your father's funeral must be handled as soon as possible, and the corpse can only stay in the hospital for three days."

Song Zhaoyu sat aside silently, held his mother's hand, and looked at his mother sincerely.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Mom, please take care of your body." Song Zhaoyu worriedly urged.

Her mother has always been in good health, but this time the blow was too great. Song Chaoyu was worried that something would happen to her mother. If her mother had an accident because of this incident, she would never be able to get out of this shadow for the rest of her life.

"It's just a simple process." Li Ping said sadly.

Song Chaoyu nodded and left from his mother. Song Chaoyu hurriedly contacted the funeral parlor. The funeral service he prepared also met his mother's request. The funeral was very simple.

The funeral home was very fast, contacted in the morning, and entrusted the body to the funeral home at noon.

The etiquette was as simple as possible, but it was such a big matter, but in the end, he couldn't hide it from his younger brother. When Song Haichen asked, Song Chaoyu felt as if his heart had missed a beat.

Song Haichen finally knew the truth.

His father's body had been cremated, leaving only a small black square box. Song Chaoyu took the box with an extremely heavy heart.

The burial was on the second day, and Song Haichen did not come for cremation today. Song Zhaoyu went to see Song Haichen in the afternoon.

Song Haichen knew that the burial would be tomorrow, so he strongly demanded to go.

Song Haichen's health is not good, Song Chaoyu dare not provoke Song Haichen too much, in the end he can't persuade Song Haichen, and promised to let Song Haichen go to the burial tomorrow.

The weather was gray, Song Chaoyu held his father's ashes in his arms, looked at the gloomy weather, and felt uneasy.

Song Haichen was wearing a thick coat, and Li Ping was supporting Song Haichen. Song Zhaoyu glanced over there, and she felt her teeth chattering.

She didn't dare to tell Song Haichen the truth, father... father was actually pissed off by her!
Thinking of these things, Song Chaoyu felt his scalp tingling. If Song Haichen knew about it, he would never forgive her.

Song Haichen stared at the small box in Song Chaoyu's arms, and asked in a trembling voice: "Mom, Dad has been suffering from asthma for a long time. He was fine before, so why did it suddenly happen?"

Li Ping stood aside and wept silently, but did not tell Song Haichen the answer.

When Song Zhaoyu heard these words, she stopped in her footsteps. Looking at her younger brother standing aside, she stared at her for several seconds before continuing to move forward.

Song Haichen's tears couldn't stop falling. He knew that the family he had dragged down all these years, and his father's death, could it be because of him?

If it weren't for his frail health, father wouldn't have to work so hard, he could also help the family, but he has always been a sick child, and has been using the family's money to drag the family down.

All this is because of him!

Song Haichen burst into tears and kept murmuring: "It's all my...it's all my fault, if it wasn't for me..."

Song Haichen's crying caught everyone's attention, but soon Song Haichen became short of breath, Li Ping quickly took out the small bottle for asthma, and Song Haichen took a few deep breaths.

It's just that the effect is not great, not only the asthma attack, but also the complications on his body.

The funeral quickly became chaotic, Song Chaoyu asked the staff to deal with the follow-up matters, and hurriedly took Song Haichen to the hospital.

The siren of the ambulance sounded on the road, and Song Chaoyu held Song Haichen's hand uneasy, shaking uncontrollably.

"It's okay, it will be okay, Haichen, you must not leave..."

Song Chaoyu was almost crying and talking at the back. When he arrived at the hospital, the emergency nurses and doctors were ready, and Song Zhaoyu followed to the door of the emergency room.

Seeing the lights come on, she tensed up, and she paced uneasily at the door of the emergency room.

The nurse reminded her to sit on a chair beside her, and Song Chaoyu sat down obediently, but after a burst of dizziness in her head, she fell unconscious.

Song Zhaoyu opened his eyes again, and found that he was wearing a hospital gown and drip was still hanging on his arm.

The room was very quiet, Zhan Jincheng was sitting at the side, Song Chaoyu's hand was still held by Zhan Jincheng, Song Zhaoyu only thought it was funny, what is Zhan Jincheng?Are you pretending to be affectionate?
(End of this chapter)