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"This guy is being foolish again!" Xie Jingchen helplessly commented, the Yan brothers always have no control when it comes to their little wife, continually refreshing his understanding of them.
"Uh, let’s ignore him. Hubby, I want to go see Mr. Liu first." Yan Jinsu gently grabbed her husband’s elbow, expressing her worries.
She had not yet visited Mr. Liu since returning, and hearing Vice Officer Guan’s words, her heart had been hanging on the old man’s condition.
Seeing is believing.
"Okay." On hearing it, Xie Jingchen sighed, his face taking on a serious expression. He then grasped his little wife’s hand in his palm tightly twice, only releasing her cool little hand after leading the way.
As for her husband’s gesture, Yan Jinsu had gotten used to it. Being a military officer, one must always be mindful of one’s image, especially within the military realm.
The two did not converse much on their way, just quietly walking on the tree-lined path leading to the Rong Medical Department, occasionally encountering hurrying military officers or Little Rongs sprinting in quick steps.
Whenever they saw Xie Jingchen, they would salute, then make sure he and his wife were out of sight before quickly walking away.
The hierarchy in the military was strict.
Discipline in the military was like a mountain.
It was not until they arrived at Liu Aimin’s hospital room that Xie Jingchen put an arm around his little wife’s shoulder and softly conveyed the doctor’s assessment of Liu Aimin’s condition.
Even though Yan Jinsu had already heard a description from Vice Officer Guan, when she saw for herself – it had only been three days – Mr. Liu’s physical state had deteriorated as if he was an old man on his deathbed.
Yan Jinsu covered her mouth, muffling the sob rising in her throat.
His hair, although snowy white and revealing his age, used to be dense and vibrant, but now sparse and few in strands, his wrinkled face had many more age spots, double than before.
His old hands revealed on the white sheets were dry and thin as kindling...
"How could it have gotten this bad so suddenly?" Yan Jinsu, sitting on the chair by the hospital bed, naturally grasped the old man’s hands, almost sobbing.
"Mr. Liu is old and has been stressed continuously," Xie Jingchen turned his head away, unable to continue his sentence.
Xie Jingchen had deeper feelings for Liu Aimin than Yan Jinsu, benefiting greatly from this elder-like grandfather figure.
Now, seeing him suffer in his old age, his heart was extremely angry with Liu Dongzhu, so much so that he had no intention of denying his little wife any of her requests.
In his heart, Liu Dongzhu did not deserve to be Mr. Liu’s granddaughter.
Yan Jinsu had genuine affection for Mr. Liu, even more than for her own Yan Family. When she had first arrived, it was he, along with Uncle Zhang and others who offered her familial affection.
Especially when her husband was away, though she had approached Mr. Liu with an agenda, the relationships between individuals, apart from self-interest, also encompassed familial and friendship bonds.
Now, seeing the once cheerful old man wither away to a skeletal state, as if he could become dust at any moment...
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