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But what had happened?
Just as he was wondering this, he saw Xia Nuannuan get onto her feet and walked over to him. She held his hands and said, “Dad had a stroke last night and passed away.”
His hands went limp when he heard this. The towel fell on the ground.
He looked up in disbelief and stared at Xia Nuannuan. “What… did you say?”
Taking his hands tightly into hers again, Xia Nuannuan repeated, “Dad passed away last night. Zihao, don’t be sad.”
But before she could finish speaking, Zihao had shrugged off her grip and, like a mad man, dashed out of the house.
He ran to the courtyard and was going to get into the car when he suddenly felt a grip on his arm.
He turned around and saw it was Shen Liangchuan. His expression darkened at once as he said, “Let go of me, don’t stop me! Although he’s not a good man, to me he’s just Dad! You—”
Shen Liangchuan did not wait for him to finish before he walked to the side, got into the car and started the engine. He opened the door of the front passenger seat and then simply said to Shen Zihao, “Get in.”
Shen Zihao halted.
Shen Liangchuan asked him, “Do you even know which hospital he’s in?”
The man quietly got into the car.
Shen Liangchuan, taking his younger brother with him, drove away from the villa.
After the two men had left, Qiao Lian patted Xia Nuannuan’s hand and said, “Shen Liangchuan is just worried that Shen Zihao could be too distressed to drive safely.”
Xia Nuannuan nodded.
Mei Feng was crying like there was no tomorrow when Shen Zihao and Shen Liangchuan arrived at the hospital.
They had only just prepared Shen Xiu’s body and it was lying there. It looked like he was sleeping, his expression was peaceful.
Shen Zihao stood on the spot looking at the body lying on the hospital bed. One difficult step at a time, he walked towards it.
That was his father. So it wasn’t for no reason that he had had those strange dreams last night.
This man—the father he found loathsome, who infuriated him—was someone he could not let go of.
Shen Zihao dashed up to the bed and gripped his father’s arms, calling out, “Dad, wake up, I’m here to see you!”
“Dad, wake up. I know I wasn’t a good son. Please wake up. If only you woke up, I’d come home, okay?”
“Dad, open your eyes and look at me. I’ll be obedient, just wake up.”
Grabbing his father’s arms, Shen Zihao finally started to cry—he made no noise even though his tears fell fast.
Until the doctor came in to inform them that they had to take the body to the morgue so that they could easily preserve it.
Shen Zihao held onto the body still, refusing to let go.
Shen Liangchuan, on the other hand, stood by the side and watched impassively.
When Shen Xiu’s body was taken away, the room fell silent.
Shen Zihao regained his composure gradually.
At this point, Mei Feng suddenly spoke, “Zihao, before your father passed away, you were the one person he was most worried about.”
Shen Zihao looked up at her upon hearing these words. He stared at her and said, “My Dad had high blood pressure, but there should be medicine at home. Why did it get so serious this time? Where were you when he got sick? Why didn’t you take good care of him?”
Mei Feng lowered her head to avoid his gaze. With a troubled expression, she said, “I was too tired last night. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw him on the floor. Zihao, ever since your Dad knew about your mother’s wedding with Li Mao, he was complaining about getting headaches, chest pains, high blood pressure. He didn’t let me tell you about all of this, because he was afraid that you’d be put in a difficult position.”
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