Chapter 353: Years Pass by (Sixteen)

Shen Jinci said: "Xiaoxiao is my son. He doesn't need a greenhouse. He can face anything."

Bian Xiao arrived that night just as Bian Yue said.

The little guy jumped towards Wen Yongwei with his schoolbag on his back, "Grandpa! Grandpa, I'm here to see you!"

Wen Yongwei was very happy.

He stood up with a smile, took the initiative to hug the little guy who ran towards him, and said with a smile: "Xiaoxiao, why are you here!"

"I came here because I missed grandpa!" Little Bian Xiao said seriously, "Mom and Dad said that Xiaoxiao can stay as long as he wants this time."

Wen Yongwei nodded repeatedly and said many good things.

Bian Xiao took out a lot of small toys from his schoolbag. He said these were his favorites and he gave them all to his grandfather.

Wen Yongwei was amused to great extent, and the old man and the young were chatting animatedly in the hall.

Wen Jiao and Shen Zhaoli stood at the entrance and watched the two interact.

Shen Zhaoli smiled and pinched Wen Jiao's face, "Don't cry, look how happy Daddy is."

"I know." Wen Jiao's eyes turned red. She forced a smile and choked up, "I'm happy too. Zhaoli, thank your brother for me."

Shen Zhaoli raised his eyebrows and smiled, "He doesn't need such polite words. You might as well be nicer to me, his brother."

Wen Jiao raised her tearful eyes and looked at Shen Zhaoli, "Am I not good to you?"

Shen Zhaoli's smile faded, and he restrained himself, saying in a serious tone, "It's already the best if you don't do anything."

In the following days, Wen Yongwei's spirit became better and better.

His condition was so good that Wen Jiao even had an illusion that perhaps a medical miracle could happen to Wen Yongwei, and perhaps he would recover soon.

But soon, her extravagant hopes were shattered.

That night, an ordinary night, Wen Jiao walked into Wen Yongwei's room and called him to get up.

The old man was lying on the bed, having a sweet dream, with a peaceful smile on his lips. The light shone on his face, making his thin face softer and more loving and gentle.

Wen Jiao seemed to see the young Wen Yongwei at some point.

Wen Yongwei, the one who taught himself how to walk and urged himself to review his lessons.

How wonderful it would be if the father in her memory could always be so young and handsome.

But people will grow old and life will come to an abrupt end.

Wen Jiao didn't notice anything unusual at first. He bent down and called him as usual, saying softly, "Dad, wake up, it's time for dinner."

Wen Yongwei did not respond.

Wen Jiao's throat seemed to be blocked by something. She couldn't make any sound and looked at Wen Yongwei dully and blankly.

After a long while, Wen Jiao almost exhausted all his strength before he uttered a weak cry: "Dad"

Wen Yongwei still did not respond.

Wen Jiao understood that death still came as expected, without any miracle.

She sat on the ground in a daze, all her strength was drained away in an instant, and even her brain lost the ability to think.

It was as if ice-cold water was pouring down on one's head on a snowy night, and the coldness permeated every part of one's body, leaving no possibility of escape.

Wen Jiao closed her eyes, only to feel the warmth in her eyes unable to dispel the coldness. Her whole body was shaking, uncontrollably, and she was collapsing.
She lost her father.

Forever lost. How many times can a person endure loss in his life?
Wen Jiao thought that every time it would be an unbearable burden.

I don't know when Shen Zhaoli stood at the door.

He did not go in, but just looked at Wen Jiao who was in a daze.

Watching her cry silently and then burst into tears, watching her wake up as if from a dream and finally hugging Wen Yongwei's body tightly.

Looking at her, I cried heartbrokenly.

Even if Shen Zhaoli wanted to share the pain with Wen Jiao at this moment, there was no way he could do so.

She will have to get over this hurdle on her own in the end.

The rainy season in Hong Kong, Wen Yongwei’s funeral.

Wen Jiao stood in front of the cemetery, with two rows of bodyguards behind him.

She was wearing white mourning clothes, with sad little white flowers on her temples.

She was looking at the photo of Wen Yongwei with a kind smile on the tombstone. Her tears dried up and only the burning pain remained.

Shen Zhaoli and Bian Yue were entertaining mourners in the mourning hall.

Wen Jiao did not allow a big funeral. She said that Wen Yongwei hated others entering his house when he was alive, so even the mourning hall was set up in the front hall of the Wen family.

Normally, Wen Jiao, as a daughter, should come out to entertain the guests, but she refused to show up and refused to see anyone.

Shen Zhaoli was considerate to others and he would personally greet everyone who came to pay their respects.

Most people just say polite words like "My condolences."

Shen Zhaoli responded readily.

But there were also a few people who didn't know what to do and asked, "Where is Wen Jiao? We, the uncles, want to say a few words to her."

He is Wen Jiao’s elder.

Shen Zhaoli smiled and said, "My wife is too sad and doesn't want to see anyone."

Some of the uncles showed disapproval, "Now that Yongwei is gone, how can Jiaojiao still be so willful? She now represents her father's reputation. It doesn't matter to us family members, but others will definitely say that she is uneducated."

Shen Zhaoli's smile was cold, and his gorgeous eyebrows and eyes looked sharp under the light. "Then according to you, should I call my wife over now and exchange a few polite words with you?"

"According to etiquette, Wen Jiao should say a few words to us." One of the uncles pointed to the old man with a white beard next to him and said, "This is Wen Jiao's uncle, the most senior person in the Wen family."

Shen Zhaoli smiled, his expression becoming more and more dull. He said, "When my father was alive, my wife didn't have to follow these etiquettes. Now as her husband, I won't let her live an unhappy life. What's wrong with my wife being a little willful?"

The uncles and aunts looked at each other and stopped talking for a while.

Originally, I thought the young master of the Shen family was easy to get along with, so I wanted to take advantage of the day Wen Yongwei passed away to give Wen Jiao a good warning.

After all, Wen Yongwei has spoiled Wen Jiao to the point of lawlessness over the years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he dotes on her.

But now it seems that this person is even more doting.

"Zhao Li, don't worry about it. We all understand that Wen Jiao is in a bad mood today, so we don't need her to come forward." The white-haired old man smiled and said, "They just don't like what they say, don't take it to heart."

Of course Shen Zhaoli didn't take it to heart.

He smiled and said calmly, "Then please do as you please."

Wen Jiao didn't know how long she had been standing in front of Wen Yongwei's grave, but it was getting dark and her legs had lost feeling.

Bian Yue came over at some point and was looking at her with a distressed look on her face. She squatted down, supported Wen Jiao's arm, and whispered, "Jiao Jiao, Zhao Li is wrapping up. Let's go back. It's already late."