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When Xie's mother held Wen Lan's hand tightly, it was just a last breath.

In less than two minutes, she stopped breathing.

Mrs. Qin and several relatives from Xie's mother's family cried bitterly, but Xie Yansheng was still calm and pulled Wen Lan aside, "You take Nuannuan and Sister Yun back to Shuyuan Mansion. I will follow my mother's hearse back to the old house later."

"Let Nuannuan and Sister Yun go back to rest first. I'd better accompany you." Wen Lan held Xie Yansheng's cold hand and whispered, "We have to set up the mourning hall and receive relatives when we return to the old house. You can't handle it alone."

Xie Yansheng didn't even have a brother or sister, so how could she hide away at this time!

"You have worked hard these days." Xie Yansheng's voice was full of grief, "Thank you very much for coming to see Mom for the last time. When Nuannuan was carried to the ward, Mom called her name-"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't call her out until the last moment she left-" Wen Lan's nose was sore and she couldn't say anything.

"I don't blame you." Xie Yansheng touched her head distressedly, "Please help me contact Li Duan to see how the old house is being cleaned up."

"Okay." She agreed hurriedly.

Two minutes later, the driver sent Nuannuan and Sister Yun back to Shuyuan Mansion.

Half an hour later, Xie's mother was sent to the Xie's old house, and Xie Yu and Xie Jianning came.

An hour later, there was news that Mr. Xie had a heart attack and was hospitalized.

It took a week from the death of Xie's mother to the funeral. Wen Lan was busy as Xie Yansheng's wife, but she wore black clothes from beginning to end, and did not wear mourning clothes as a daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Qin found fault with Wen Lan several times, but was stopped by Xie Yansheng.

Although Xie's company has gone bankrupt, Xie Yansheng's business has grown bigger and bigger in recent years, and his net worth has also risen. Xie's mother's funeral attracted many bigwigs in the business world.

Duan Wenzheng, as Xie Yansheng's best friend, brought Xiang Mo and Duan Qianxun to Jiangcheng two days before the funeral.

To Wen Lan's surprise, Duan Qianxun actually remembered Nuan Nuan and gave all the snacks and toys in his backpack to Nuan Nuan. Nuan Nuan refused them, but he was still unhappy.

On the night of Xie's mother's funeral, Xie Yansheng went to the hospital to see Mr. Xie. Wen Lan dragged her tired body back to Shuyuan Mansion and lay on the bed and could not get up again.

Xie Yansheng came back in the early morning and found that she was burning hot all over. He hurriedly sent her to the emergency room of the hospital. She was given a bottle of intravenous drip to reduce her high fever.

When she woke up, Xie Yansheng was sleeping beside her.

Xie Yansheng closed his eyes. The lack of sleep made him have two deep dark circles under his eyes, and the light blue stubble made him look decadent.

Wen Lan wanted him to sleep a little longer. She resisted the urge to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. She looked at his sleeping face quietly and fell into a daze unconsciously.

Wen Lan slowly stretched out her hand. As soon as her fingers gently fell on his face, he opened his eyes.

"What time is it?" He asked sleepily.

"A little after seven." Wen Lan's hand moved down his face to his back, stroking gently, "You've been too tired these days, sleep a little longer."

Xie Yansheng closed his tired eyes again, hugged her in his arms and murmured: "Something happened in Shangjing again. After seeing the old man last night, I booked a flight for nine o'clock today. Now I have to prepare to go to the airport."

"I'll go to Shangjing with you. After all, I've been your assistant and can help you with a lot of work." She really wanted to share Xie Yansheng's worries.

"You're so tired that you have a fever and are admitted to the hospital. I can't let you go to Shangjing with me and suffer." Xie Yansheng's lips fell on her cheek, "You're still sick. I'm sorry for leaving you to Shangjing."

"Don't say that." Wen Lan felt guilty.

For more than a year, Xie Yansheng flew back and forth between Shangjing and Jiangcheng. She saw the hardship in it, but she couldn't convince herself to put down her work and go to Shangjing.

Xie Yansheng ordered breakfast for Wen Lan, and asked the nurse to contact a caregiver for Wen Lan, and then went to the airport.

After the doctor finished his rounds and the nurse had just given Wen Lan an IV drip, Zhou Qiao came.

Zhou Qiao not only packed breakfast for her, but also brought her an exquisite fruit basket.

"Qiaoqiao, you are so well-informed. I was admitted to the hospital in the early morning, and I didn't have time to ask you for leave, but you knew it so quickly." She leaned forward and adjusted her upper body to a comfortable sitting position.

"I told you to take it easy a long time ago. Now you are in the hospital, you should have a good rest for a few days!" Zhou Qiao complained while setting breakfast for her, "Half an hour ago, Xie Yansheng called to say that you were in the hospital, and asked me to come to the hospital to accompany you."

Wen Lan smiled slightly.

At this time, Zhou Qiao's call rang.

Zhou Qiao glanced and clicked to reject it. Wen Lan saw very clearly that the name "Zhuang Xiubai" flashed on the phone screen one second before it went out.

When she was in college, Zhuang Xiubai had pursued Zhou Qiao. At that time, Zhou Qiao was devoted to Zhao Huan and never looked at this man.

After Zhou Qiao and Zhao Huan set a wedding date, Zhuang Xiubai went to the United States to study medicine. After returning to China last year, he started a crazy pursuit of Zhou Qiao, but was coldly rejected.

The call kept ringing, and Zhou Qiao had to turn her phone to silent.

"A few days ago, Zhuang Xiubai asked me to say a few good words in front of you." Wen Lan looked at Zhou Qiao, "Zhuang Xiubai has been chasing you for so many years, and it's rare that he is sincere. Don't you really consider it?"

"People who didn't catch my eye back then also have no chance now." Zhou Qiao shook his head, his eyebrows and eyes were full of determination.

Wen Lan didn't care: "I know you have a good impression of Zhuang Xiubai. If there was no Zhao Huan back then, you and him would probably be a pair of lovers who are stronger than gold now."

"Once you have seen the sea, you will never be satisfied with the water again." Zhou Qiao's eyes suddenly turned red, and her voice was lonely, "Zhao Huan gave me the best seven years of my life. I will not consider other men anymore, even if he is as outstanding as Zhuang Xiubai!"

"Poor Dr. Zhuang!" Wen Lan sincerely stood up for Zhuang Xiubai.

Because she searched through her friends circle, she couldn't find any unmarried man who could compare with Zhuang Xiubai.

Zhuang Xiubai was born in a medical family. After going abroad, he specialized in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. Now he is the youngest leader in the domestic medical field.

Zhou Qiao stared at the flashing mobile phone screen and frowned, "If it weren't for the fact that he is my father's attending physician, I would have blocked him long ago."

"High-quality men like Dr. Zhuang are hard to come by. You should think about it carefully." Wen Lan saw Zhou Qiao's impatience and bit the bullet to persuade him again.

"Stop! If you keep talking about Zhuang, we're done." Zhou Qiao turned the phone screen upside down on the bedside table, "Let's talk about something happy, predict whether the dividends of the men's couture studio can exceed last year by the end of the year--"

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted Zhou Qiao.

The two thought it was a nurse, and they shouted "Come in!" at the same time.

The door was pushed open, and Zhuang Xiubai walked in.

Zhou Qiao's face darkened instantly.