Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 227 She Looks Terrible!

After Yan Lao was sent to the hospital, Yan Xijue and Ke Wan'er stayed in the hospital all the time, so Yan Xijue didn't have time to call Su Anqian back.

This tension has almost passed for more than half a month.

Mr. Yan's health was not good. This time he was admitted to the hospital, like a piece of porcelain that suddenly fell to the ground.

Ke Wan'er's originally arranged announcements were temporarily suspended, and she stayed with the old man wholeheartedly every day.

In fact, everyone knew that Mr. Yan's time was running out, but no one said it. The servants in the family would occasionally wipe their tears secretly.

Old Yan would wake up sometimes, and the usually strict and quiet person would often tell his servants, and would also pull Ke Wan'er to repeatedly tell him about his future life.

The only insistence is that the two of them are not allowed to divorce casually.

Ke Wan'er naturally responded with all her mouth, and she agreed obediently to everything he said.

In those days, Yan Xijue's mood was very light, and he couldn't see a lot of sadness, but he didn't smile, and he seemed a little depressed.

The weather was not good that day, it was overcast at noon, and it started to rain in the afternoon.

In the evening, Mr. Yan said that he wanted to drink porridge from the old street, but Yan Xijue drove halfway across the city to buy it without saying a word.

When he arrived at the place, he remembered that Fu Yan used to like to go to that place very much.

Does his last vitality have the shadow of Fu Yan?

It's really a fate that has been entangled for a lifetime.

Yan Xijue went back with the porridge he had bought. When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, his brows kept twitching for no apparent reason. The elevator couldn't get off, and he waited for more than ten minutes.

He walked to the door of the ward, and his pace paused slightly.

Now that he had figured out what happened, Ke Wan'er's voice could be heard faintly crying, mixed with the servant's suppressed sobs.

The hand holding the porridge tightened.

When he entered, there seemed to be no expression on his face, but his tightly pursed lips showed his extremely suppressed emotions.

Life, old age and death are not human nature, but when we really face it, such sadness can never be described by a few words.

He and Yan Lao have similar temperaments, but they are not the same either. The two fathers often stand in a stalemate over some things, and they can not speak for a long time, but that does not mean that they have no feelings.

Old Yan was sent away from the hospital without much ostentation, everything was quiet, and he himself didn't want to hold any memorial service.

It was only later that the servant told him, "Master said, he told Fu Yan the news after he left."

After being entangled for a lifetime, telling the other party that he is leaving first, is this a compromise to the other party or something? Yan Xijue doesn't understand, but he will do it.

For many days after Yan Lao left, Yan Xijue liked to shut himself in the house, doing nothing quietly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

A week later, Ke Wan'er's swollen eyes from crying have improved, but she still has no appetite.

During dinner, Yan Xijue looked at her, "Doesn't fit your mouth?"

Ke Wan'er shook her head, then looked at him, "Before Dad left, he told me a lot."

After many days, it was almost the first time that the two of them mentioned this topic.

Yan Xijue stopped after taking two bites.

Ke Wan'er continued: "Dad said, after all, Fu Yan is your biological mother. If you want to, then go and see her. All along, he has restrained you because of his own grievances, and made you hate Fu Yan." Yan for so many years."

Yan Xijue's expression was calm, "I'm not worthy of being a mother, I don't need to waste time."

As long as there is a little affection, he will not abandon him. Even, for Fu Yan, his voice should be the source of resentment.

Ke Wan'er knew his attitude towards Yan since she was a child, so she didn't say much after conveying Lao Yan's words.

At the end of the dinner, she looked at him again, "Have you thought about getting a divorce?"

Yan Xijue frowned slightly.

Naturally, I have thought about it, and I have been waiting for that opportunity to come. It can be said that now is very suitable.

However, he frowned slightly and asked, "Why did you say this suddenly?"

As if she was more anxious than he was.

Ke Wan'er lowered her eyebrows slightly, "No, we all know what you and I think about each other, and we can still get along peacefully now, so don't cause any troubles. If you want to, just tell me."

She also saw his connection with Su Anqian, so it was not difficult to speculate at all.

When she walked out of the restaurant, Ke Wan'er looked at him quietly, "I don't understand until now, what is the difference between me and Su Anqian? There are really many men who like her."

But obviously, she is an irreplaceable goddess in the entertainment industry.

This question, just like he couldn't answer Su Anqian himself, still couldn't answer it, but he just liked it.

That night, Yan Xijue finally had a phone call with Su Anqian.

Su An was a little dazed in a shallow sleep, and tried to brace herself, "What's wrong?"

"Woke you up?" Yan Xijue's low voice was especially pleasant to hear from the receiver.

She smiled, and when she did it, the voice she just woke up from was gentle, "No." Then she frowned, "Are you in a bad mood?"

The man was silent for a while before saying in a low voice, "I miss you."

Su An smiled slightly, "You are still with Ke Wan'er, so you just told me that on the phone?"

Yan Xijue curled his lips slightly.

In fact, Su Anqian knew what might be going on with him tonight, and she could tell that he was in a bad mood, but she couldn't ask if he didn't tell.

After a while, she frowned, "Are you smoking?"

And he seemed to be smoking so fiercely that she could hear him smoking.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Anqian couldn't hear him, so she asked again.

But Yan Xijue still didn't speak, only slightly heard his breathing.

After a long time, I finally heard him say in a low voice: "It's okay, it's late, you go to bed first."

"No." Su Anqian always felt that something was wrong, "Is there something you are hiding from me? If you have something to say, just tell me. You make me feel nervous."

Yan Xijue finally smiled, "When did you learn to worry about me?"

She curled her lips, "... If you want to get along with Ke Wan'er, I will bless you very much, but since we have talked so much before, you have to tell me the truth, I don't want to meet two people Your scumbag, right?"

Yan Xijue laughed inaudibly.

After a long time, he said calmly, "My father is gone."

Su Anqian reacted for a while, and left?
It was only then that he suddenly realized that he had been hearing that Old Yan was in poor health, so he just left?

No wonder he ignored her for such a long time. I guess it will be two months after he comes back?
"Why aren't you talking?" Yan Xijue asked in a low voice.

She pursed her lips, "...I'm sorry, I don't know, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The man bent his mouth.

When she hung up the phone, Su Anqian said softly, "My condolences, you can call me if you're in a bad mood. I've had a good conversation recently, so I'm not busy."

Yan Xijue gave a "hmm", knowing that she would have a smooth talk.

At the end, she heard her softly: "Good night, I will miss you."

Yan Xijue on the other end of the phone suddenly paused, and said suddenly: "Don't hang up first."

She frowned, "What's wrong?"

The man's voice was slightly strange, "What did you just say?"

"Good night." She actually knew what he was asking.

They have known each other for so long and have been together for a long time, but she never said some intimate words.

Sure enough, he ordered unhappily: "Next sentence."

She just smiled, "Miss you!"

Yan Xijue's five fingers holding the phone tightly.

His almost 30-year-old man was so excited and so happy because of her words.

Probably this was the day he laughed the most since Mr. Yan left.

She also continued: "However, we have a special status now, I will be very restrained, just talk about it, don't take it too seriously!"

It's a real joke.

Yan Xijue didn't listen to her last sentence at all, and said in a gentle voice, "Good night!"

On the second night, Su Anqian was at home alone, that guy Su Li was already stuck with Qi Yaoyao, and he didn't plan to come back at night, so he had to let Qi Ji recognize him as a godson so that he could justifiably sleep in their house.

It was about eleven o'clock, she read a book and fell asleep for a while, when she heard a knock on the door in a daze.

He thought it was Qi Ji who sent Su Li back.

Adjusting her pajamas, she went to open the door in a daze.

The cold wind came in slightly and woke up a lot, but she stood there in a daze.

It wasn't Qi Ji at the door, but the tall and slender figure of a man. She just stared blankly at the man who was supposed to be abroad.

"How do you...?"

Yan Xijue had already entered the house with the night wind, closed it behind his back, and carefully stared at her dazed appearance with lowered eyebrows.

Su Anqian raised her hand and touched his face, it was so cold, and there were fine stubbles, making him look haggard.

Thinking of the death of Yan Lao, she put her arms around his waist and leaned into his arms gently, "Did you rush here overnight?"

It's okay, why did you make yourself so embarrassed?
Yan Xijue almost pressed her into his arms, and tightened his arms to feel her presence.

After a long time, he let go of her slightly, his eyes lowered, "Tell me what you said last night now?"

She was startled. Did he come back overnight just because she said she missed him?

Feeling moved without warning, she smiled again, raised her face slightly, "I said, but you can't mess around."

Even running back overnight, who knows what he will do after she talks face to face?
The man nodded solemnly, "I just want to hear you in person."

But just as she finished saying "missing him" with her face up, a face was already held and kissed by him.

At the critical moment, he endured it, respected her previous words, and tried his best not to touch her until his status was settled.

(End of this chapter)