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

Chapter 6 It's all meaningless

Song Zhaoyu's mind buzzed, and his eyes felt blurred. Soon the scene of the commotion here was discovered by the hospital nurse.

Song Zhaoyu only felt that his eyes were gray. Manager Han was taken away by the hospital's security, and he kept uttering obscenities.

The doctor rushed over to give the final first aid. Song Chaoyu sat restlessly on a chair outside the operating room, the lights during the operation were still on.

Thinking of her father's pale face, Song Chaoyu felt a chill down her spine. If the first aid did not snatch her father back from the hands of the god of death, she would have killed her father!

Song Zhaoyu kneaded his fingers repeatedly. The first aid didn't take long. Soon the lights went out and the doctor came out.

Song Chaoyu stood up suddenly, rushed to the front of the doctor, and asked, "Doctor, how is my father?"

The doctor took off his mask and looked at Song Chaoyu with regret.

"The patient was too stimulated and had a sudden asthma attack. We did our best to save him." The doctor said regretfully.

Song Chaoyu was completely stunned, and he stood still for a long time without reacting.

Father... Father is really dead, and she killed him!

Because of her unclear relationship, the simple-minded father was furious to death!

Song Chaoyu's mind went blank, the doctor just shook his head, and led his assistants past Song Chaoyu.

They have seen too many life and death, and the death of a patient is just a common thing for doctors. They can't stop and keep going.

Song Zhaoyu felt that her eyes were astringent, but the tears could not come out for a long time. She seemed to have forgotten how to cry, and she was stunned. Finally, she lost her strength and supported the chair beside her, and sat on the chair in the corridor.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is everywhere, Song Chaoyu has long been used to it, but for some reason, now she feels short of breath and out of breath.

Song Zhaoyu's face turned pale, and when he heard the sobs from the side, he realized that his mother had also heard the news.

The mother's face was full of tears, and she covered her face with her thin hands. The tears still couldn't stop slipping through her fingers. Song Zhaoyu suddenly knelt down in front of her mother, with her head resting on her knees.

"I was wrong, I will never do it again, I was wrong..." Song Chaoyu tugged at his mother's hand hastily, "I have... already completely broken off from him, and I will never do it again."

There was no response from the mother, and the soft whimpering never stopped.

Song Chaoyu kept murmuring in her mouth until her mother stopped crying, her slightly aged face was covered with tears, and she didn't look at her daughter with the same kindness as before.

"What's the point of what you said? It's meaningless! You don't want to appear in front of me now, I need to digest it." Li Ping said indifferently.

Song Chaoyu's mouth moved, and there were thousands of words in his mouth that he wanted to confide in his mother, but he swallowed the words in the end.

Her steps were light and slow, and she didn't know if she was afraid of scaring someone, whether she was afraid of disturbing her father who had just passed away, or her mother who couldn't bear the blow.

Song Chaoyu looked like a walking corpse, his footsteps were flimsy, which looked abnormal.

On the way, a nurse saw that she was abnormal, and asked kindly, but Song Chaoyu just smiled reluctantly, and didn't dare to respond too much.

The younger brother was hospitalized upstairs, and Song Chaoyu walked to the ward.

The door was ajar, it wasn't completely closed, she would open it with a light push, but at this moment Song Zhaoyu felt that the door in front of him weighed a thousand catties.

His younger brother was in poor health, Song Chaoyu dared not tell his younger brother the news of his father's death.

She rushed to the public toilet on the side, washed her face, and made herself look as energetic as possible. She pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying.

The corners of Song Chaoyu's mouth were still pursed, not daring to show a smile.

Song Zhaoyu pushed open the door, Song Haichen was doing well recently, he was leaning on the pillow to read a book, when he saw his sister coming, he put the book on the bedside table beside him.

"Sister, why are you here?" Song Haichen asked in surprise.

Song Zhaoyu smiled, and found that the facial muscles were not obedient at all, so she stopped smiling altogether.

She pulled a chair and sat chatting with Song Haichen. The younger brother was obviously very happy with the arrival of the older sister.

Seeing the bright smile on her younger brother's face, Song Chaoyu felt a dull pain in her heart. She dared not tell her younger brother that her father had passed away. Not only that, but she was the one who killed her!
Thinking of this, Song Chaoyu felt her scalp go numb, what the hell did she do!
Song Haichen brought up some interesting stories when he was a child, and he inevitably talked about his father. Although the family was poor, his father would not be harsh on the life of the siblings when he came out, and he was always happy.

The more he talked about this, Song Chaoyu's lacrimal glands seemed to regain his intuition, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Song Haichen looked at Song Zhaoyu blankly.

"Sister, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" Song Haichen asked suspiciously.

Song Chaoyu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiled at Song Haichen, and said with a smile, "It's all right, it's just that when I think about how beautiful it used to be, I feel like crying."

When it was time for Song Haichen to take a break, Song Chaoyu left after a few words of advice.

Leaving her younger brother's ward, Song Chaoyu couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, tears fell like a flood, she kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't wipe them clean no matter what.

Song Zhaoyu didn't dare to let her sobs be heard by her younger brother, she walked out of the hospital gate slowly.

It was gray outside, as if it was going to rain, the whole sky was covered by dark clouds, Song Chaoyu stepped out, the heavy rain poured down, and her tears fell down.

The rain and tears were mixed together, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

Song Chaoyu walked slowly in the rain. Her pace was not too fast, but she seemed a little unstable, as if she was stepping on a steel wire, as if she was about to fall in the next second.

Song Chaoyu staggered a little. Seeing the road, she walked to the edge of the road.

The rain was too fast and heavy, a car came head-on, she swayed, and fell into a warm embrace with a familiar smell.

Zhan Jincheng frowned and looked at the distraught woman in front of him.

The rain wet Song Chaoyu's hair, and it stuck softly to her pale face, her lips turned white, and she looked as if her soul had been sucked out of her body.

Song Chaoyu raised his eyes, saw the person coming, and thought of his father's death.

Her teeth chattered and she laughed self-deprecatingly. The thing had already happened and it was irreversible.

"I beg you, don't appear in my line of sight again, I beg you!" Song Chaoyu said in a crying voice.

Song Chaoyu cried heavily, and was a little hoarse, shouting hysterically, Zhan Jincheng still frowned.

He didn't understand the meaning of Song Chaoyu's words, but seeing Song Chaoyu in such a mess, he felt very annoyed.

Zhan Jincheng picked up the woman in front of him by the waist, and was about to leave here with the person in front of him.

(End of this chapter)