If it was easy to say, but at this critical moment, how uncomfortable did he feel?

Lin Xinyan grabbed Shen Peichuan's arm, and unconsciously, his nails fell into his flesh, lying in his arms, and cried even more.

Shen Peichuan ignored the pain from his arm and tried his best to comfort her, "Don't be too sad. You are pregnant now, too much emotional fluctuations are not good for you."

Lin Xinyan didn't listen, and she couldn't control herself. Cheng Yuxiu tried her best to support her. In order to prevent her from being crushed by the billboard, bright red blood flowed down her neck, drop by drop, drop, she became as angry as if she was wandering, dying... She covered her heart and cried in tears.

Shen Peichuan had no choice but to persuade him, so he could only let her go.

Later, when she was tired of crying, Shen Peichuan took her back to the ward.

She lay on the bed, looking out the window with her eyes blank, looking at a certain place, her eyes were not focused, and she was distracted and blurred.

Shen Peichuan didn't dare to leave either, worried that she would be too sad and her mood fluctuations would affect the fetus. After all, there was a miscarriage before.

"If I hadn't saved me, maybe she wouldn't have died..." Her voice was hoarse and she was as if she was thrusting.

Shen Peichuan stood aside, silent.

"If I were given another chance, I would definitely tell Jing Hao about her identity as soon as possible. At least she would not have any regrets, and Jing Hao would not have never called her own biological mother a mother in this life."

Cheng Yuxiu kept saying that she had no regrets, but that mother didn't want her child to call her mother?

"Don't blame yourself too much. No one knows that such a thing will happen. Besides, you were also doing his best at that time. Besides, this matter was a grudge from the previous life. What does it have to do with you?

What you have to do now is to take good care of yourself and let him handle Cheng Yuxiu's funeral with peace of mind. The dead are the most important, and only after being buried in the soil is safe."

Shen Peichuan stood at the head of the bed and whispered softly.

He sighed, "Stay good rest. If there is anything, I will ask you to keep your spirits in order to manage the next thing for him."

Lin Xinyan knew what he meant. Although the fact that Cheng Yuxiu was Zong Jinghao's biological mother was not made public, she was Zong Jinghao's wife and Cheng Yuxiu's daughter-in-law, and funerals were indispensable.

"I know."

She responded hoarsely and slowly closed her eyes. She didn't know if she was crying, but her eyes were so hard that it would be more comfortable to close.

Later, when she heard Shen Peichuan leave the ward, she did not open her eyes, but tears fell over the bridge of her nose again.

At noon, Shen Peichuan brought her food, but she couldn't eat it, so she asked him how Zong Jinghao was doing.

Shen Peichuan has never come out.

"Don't worry, he needs some time, after all, it's too sudden, and they're all together."

Shen Peichuan asked her to eat, "If you don't want to eat, you have to eat something for the children in your belly."

Lin Xinyan stuffed his mouth hard and then wanted to vomit, but he vomited again after he ate two bites of rice. He vomited more severely than ever before. He vomited nothing in his stomach and could only vomit sour water. Later, he vomited bitter water and he was exhausted.

Shen Peichuan asked the nurse to inject her with vitamins, otherwise her body would not be able to hold on.

She was so tired in the afternoon that she fell asleep.

When she woke up, the room was dark and it was already dark. She rubbed her sore eyes and tried to sit up. In a trance, she saw a figure sitting by the window.

She calmed down and saw the shadow clearly. After a while, she lifted the quilt and walked out of bed, hugging him from behind.

He said nothing, was relatively speechless, but could empathize with it.

After a long time, he reached out to touch her head, "Let's go home."

She said, "Okay."

Shen Peichuan drove the car, she sat in the back row with Zong Jinghao's arm in his hand, and he was quiet and said nothing along the way.

After returning home, he went to the study. Lin Xinyan knew that he needed quiet at this time and did not disturb him.

The next day, Zong Qifeng appeared in the villa. Whether the car accident was accidental or man-made, it was not to investigate it first. It was not to investigate it, but to put Cheng Yuxiu in peace.

He said the funeral was arranged three days later and was suitable for infiltration.

The cemetery was chosen by Zong Qifeng. He handled the funeral wherever the funeral was held.

After saying that, he asked Zong Jinghao.

Lin Xinyan said that he had been locked in his study. Zong Qifeng sighed deeply. Overnight, he seemed to have grown much older, and his originally tall figure suddenly bent down.

His eyes were cloudy and he said softly, "Tell him."

Lin Xinyan said yes.

In the evening, Lin Xinyan took the food to the study. He sat on a chair by the window. There was no light on the light in the room, only the moonlight that flowed in from outside the window. She turned on the light, walked in and put the food on the table, and walked to him, "Dad is here today, and said that the funeral will be arranged in three days..." Zong Jinghao suddenly grabbed her hand, stretched his arms, hugged her waist, and stopped letting go.

"Yanyan, let me hug you like this."

His voice was very low, but no one saw the look on his face and buried it in Lin Xinyan's stomach.

Lin Xinyan stood still, reached out to hug him, said nothing, and did not go to see him, but just accompanied him like this, hoping that they would go through these difficult days, but no matter what, she would stand by and accompany him... Time flies quickly, Zong Jinghao didn't speak much these three days, but he would come out, hug his daughter and take her to bed.

As usual, I can't see anything unusual except becoming silent and not talking.

On this day, the world was covered with gray drizzle, which was the day when Cheng Yuxiu was buried.

Qingyuan is surrounded by pines and cypresses, and the trees are lush. Perhaps it is covered with rain, the wind is particularly cold, and the air is filled with sadness.

Because Cheng Yuxiu married Zong Qifeng and was nominally a mistress, those wealthy wives didn't like to interact with her. She also liked quietness and did not like to join in the funeral, so she had no friends. The Zong family was the Zong family, and the Cheng family was withered, and only Cheng Yuwen was the only one.

In addition to these, there are some relatives of the Zong family, who are said to be relatives but have no involvement. They are all generations, but they are just great-looking people who are familiar with each other. Some are friends in the shopping mall, most of whom are well-known and well-known people.

Someone in the crowd said, "Why didn't Zong Jinghao come?

After all, this is considered a mother, and a stepmother is also a mother. It is not appropriate not to come."

Yes, Zong Jinghao knew that today was the day for Cheng Yuxiu to be buried and did not come.

Wen Qing was wearing a uniform, Li Jing was beside him and answered the man just now, "He is my Wen family, what does it have to do with his surname Cheng?"

Lin Xinyan looked at Wen Qing coldly and said nothing. Today is the day when Cheng Yuxiu is buried, and she doesn't want her to leave without any peace.

She took Cheng Yuxiu's portrait instead, and Lin Xichen and Lin Ruixi followed her to wear mourning clothes.

At this time, Li Jing felt a little sympathetic to Cheng Yuxiu and pulled Lin Xinyan's cuffs, "Call Jinghao, she has never given birth in her life, and it looks quite sad to see him. Let him take his last journey."

"No need, he will come when he wants to come."

Lin Xinyan's tone did not even look at Li Jing.
Chapter completed!