After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

After several days of examination and care, Su Qianrou gradually emerged from the critical period and regained consciousness.

The dazzling white light was as hot as the sun, and it stung her eyes.

The brothers who accompanied her were all exhausted, their faces were haggard, and their eyelids were always slack.

It seems that if you don't pay attention, you will close it and then fall asleep.

"Eldest brother, second brother, third brother..." She got up weakly, her petite body as thin as a wing, and her lips were dry and pale.

Her eyes were always filled with a sense of powerlessness and dimness.

"Rourou, you're awake!"

"It scared us to death!"

The three brothers were beaming with joy. Tears of excitement filled their eyes, and their sunken faces all revealed worried looks.

This is really an eye-opener for God.

They hurriedly hugged Su Qianrou in their arms. All the cells in their bodies were full of energy. Su Qianrou's face turned red and she was almost suffocating.

It's nice to have the warmth of family again.

However, is this a bit too extreme?
  "I'm fine, I'm still alive, don't worry." She stuck out her tongue and made a playful statement.

"By the way, about daddy..." She suddenly remembered Su Yang's case, and her face suddenly became serious.

"Dad, he's fine. Everything has been resolved." Su Jichen held her hand and cast a firm look.

Li Mu, who was watching this scene, turned around the corner and dialed the number: "Mr. Mo, Madam, she's already awake..."

Mo Beichen's arrival seemed to bring a heavy haze to the warm scene at this moment, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to zero.

Seeing him as if they were an enemy, the three brothers of the Su family put up alert expressions and prepared to fight, with cautious eyes.

As expected, the sister-protecting envoys were worthy of their support. They stood in front and could even block Su Qianrou's shadow. Their formation was huge and they had no intention of retreating.

"Mo, what are you doing here!" Su Yu'an bore the brunt of the accusations, showing no mercy.

"I'm here to see Rourou." Mo Beichen's eyes sunk slightly and his voice was calm.

"Master Mo Wu should go back. Rourou has just woken up. I think she doesn't want to see anyone except her family."

Not to be outdone, Su Jichen took the lead and stood in front of Mo Beichen with a solid chest and a sharp warning in his eyes.

My brother is really—a peerless good brother!

Su Qianrou's eyes filled with tears for a moment.

However, some things are better to be resolved face to face, rather than entangled and pulled again, which in the end will only hurt both sides.

She slowed down and showed a serious face: "You go back first, I have something to say to him."

She pushed her three brothers and finally shut them out, letting several hurried knocks on the door sound intermittently.

At this moment, there were only two people named husband and wife left in the ward. They looked at each other and had complicated moods.

Mo Beichen's eyebrows tightened, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he lost his voice and stopped at the beginning of the words. In the end, he only faintly uttered one sentence: "Rourou."

His fingers that were ready to move seemed to be filled with overwhelming emotions, but when they were raised, they were quickly withdrawn.

He was trying his best to restrain himself.

"Everything is over, and it's over between us." Su Qianrou grabbed the words with a cold eyebrow.

Is this result a curse?
  Mo Beichen's ears were numb when he heard it, but his heart still beat suddenly.

"Rourou, Mu Xingrui has never been pregnant with my child. She directed and acted everything by herself."

He frowned, his eyes half expectant.

His faintly trembling eyes revealed a shrill wail. He seemed to have lost the powerful Mo Wuye he once was.

so what?
  Isn't it enough to die countless times?
  Whenever she got involved with this cold and majestic man, she was always worried that her little life would be gone at some point.

Moreover, after going through all kinds of difficulties, she made it clear what she was thinking, which was that she no longer wanted to have anything to do with the Mo family.

As for the matter between him and Mu Xingrui, she only seemed bored.

"I don't want to hear anymore, and I don't want to know anymore, so just let me go, okay?"

She covered her ears heavily, resisting all the words that came from Mo Beichen.

Her painful look was like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Mo Beichen's heart again.

The pain made him helpless.

Her pleading eyes were full of pity, and her sickly aura made her look miserable.

Mo Beichen became increasingly unsure whether his protection was a burden to her.

"Rourou, why don't we start over."

"cannot!"

Su Qianrou vetoed his intention, her solemn face showing no hesitation.

When she raised her eyes again, there was only a desperate and silent resistance in her eyes: "I don't want my family to be hurt anymore, let's just leave it like this."

Mo Beichen couldn't remember how he left the hospital. His cold body had no trace of life.

All he knew was that the divorce agreement in his hand had been generously marked with the characters Su Qianrou.

His grip on the pen was extremely stiff, his white fingertips and knuckles were clashing with each other, and he was unwilling to sign this thing.

Li Mu, who was next to him, spied from the corner of his eye that he was rubbing the center of his eyebrows with difficulty, his eyes were always in a depressed state, and his whole person was filled with a sense of unbearable discomfort.

After much thought and hesitation for countless days and nights, he finally agreed to the divorce.

After getting the document, Su Qianrou breathed a sigh of relief, as if something had settled in her heart.

But when he turned around for a moment, it felt like a knife cutting through his body, and the pain was excruciating.

This feeling is like being tied up in a bottomless swamp, and the only thing waiting for you is to be swallowed up.

Perhaps, at that moment, she did love this ruthless man.

Mo Beichen seemed to have fallen silent since he signed the document. No one knew what happened to him.

Su Qianrou, who returned to the Su family with this divorce document, looked like a zombie, neither dead nor alive.

Seeing this, Su Yang hurriedly held her head and rubbed it into his warm chest, his eyes filled with fatherly love.

"Rourou, I've really wronged you." Su Yang's old voice sounded slightly crying, and he soothed her with his hands on her back.

Su Qianrou also took the opportunity to hug him tightly, feeling the atmosphere of being loved by the original owner: "Dad."

"Be good, be good." Su Yang suddenly became happy and narrowed his eyes into a curved line.

The two fathers and daughters enjoyed the comfort of the moment very much, which was as refreshing as the spring breeze.

At the suggestion of her family, Su Qianrou planned to go abroad for external training on the grounds of healing her injuries, so that she could cultivate herself for a period of time.

At the same time, Mu Xingrui was also transferred from a domestic hospital to a well-known private nursing home abroad.

She caught up with Su Qianrou's flight the day before.

The public opinion in Jingquan and Jiangcheng was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.