Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 987
Chapter 987: Chapter 988 Bloodshed Chapter 987: Chapter 988 Bloodshed Liu shen felt somewhat embarrassed; a moment ago she had been blaming them for not coming, and in the next moment, they arrived.
“I’ll get you some water.” Liu shen didn’t want to stay there any longer and found an excuse to leave.
Meng Yunhan looked at Zhou Qinya, who had changed completely in less than half a year.
“Where have you been this half a year? Tell us about it, so next time I can take Little Huzi too,” Meng Yunhan started a conversation.
Zhou Qinya’s face brightened quite a bit when she saw them, “This half year, I went swimming, diving, mountain climbing, and visited a lot of places. They are very beautiful. You can take Little Huzi to those places.”
“Sure, Little Huzi and I will have fun when that time comes.”
Outside the sickroom.
Robert looked at Zhou Jiahao without saying a word.
And Wang Sen also glanced at Zhou Jiahao, not saying anything either.
A few men stood at the door of the sickroom, all silent.
On the other side of the door.
“Thank you for coming to see me.” Zhou Qinya forced a smile, pain striking her heart, but happiness overshadowed the pain.
No sooner had she said this than she began to cough.
Covering her mouth with a handkerchief, when she took it away, there were new bloodstains on it.
“Auntie Zhou, you’re bleeding,” Xiaohu exclaimed in shock when he saw the bloodstains.
Meng Yunhan saw it too.
It seemed her illness had reached a critical stage.
Her Well Spring Water was not holy water; it couldn’t cure her heart disease.
“I’m fine, Xiaohu. Can you tell me a story? I want to hear you tell a story,” Zhou Qinya said softly, wiping the corner of her mouth.
Xiaohu looked at Meng Yunhan, asking with his eyes.
Meng Yunhan patted his son’s head, “Go on, tell it!”
Xiaohu began to tell his story.
Some stories he had read from books, others he had heard from people, and he recited them in his somewhat tender voice, filling every corner of the sickroom with his sound.
Meng Yunhan, hearing his son tell the story with such emotion, showed a look of relief on his face.
Zhou Qinya listened very attentively to Xiaohu’s story.
“Mom, Auntie Zhou, I’m done,” he finished.
Zhou Qinya looked at Xiaohu with affection, “That was great, very nice to listen to; it’s the most beautiful story I’ve ever heard.”
Meng Yunhan glanced at Zhou Qinya, they say that at the brink of death one’s lights go out, and some people fear death because they fear leaving nothing behind in this world before they pass away.
Does she also have many things she can’t bear to part with?
After all, she’s still so young.
She had dozens of years ahead of her, hadn’t seen the advancement of technology, hadn’t savored the taste of love, nor had she experienced becoming a mother.
She understood now why Zhou Qinya liked Xiaohu so much; it must be because of maternal love.
“Xiaohu, step outside for a bit; Mom wants to talk to Auntie Zhou alone.”
Xiaohu didn’t ask why, he simply nodded to them and left.
Once Xiaohu had left, the room was left with only Zhou Qinya and Meng Yunhan.
“Miss Zhou, are you afraid?”
They say that a dying person always speaks well.
Zhou Qinya answered the question very seriously, “If I’m afraid, can I escape? All these years, tormented by illness, I really, really considered ending it all to be rid of the suffering. But seeing all that my brother has done for me, I told myself I must try my best to live, try my best to live…cough cough…”
Zhou Qinya wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and continued, “I often wonder, why has fate been so unfair to me, to give me a heart disease at such a young age. But in the end, I realized that fate is fair after all. Because in these twenty-something years, I’ve savored joys that many have never experienced; I’ve relished the affection that came so easily, I’ve enjoyed everything.”
