Chapter 203: You Owe Her This Final Wish

“Grandmother!”

Yan Rusheng dashed frantically into the icy-cold mortuary and witnessed the old lady lying there in a serene state. He stared blankly at her, utterly dumbfounded.

After some time, he regained his footsteps and moved forward, one step after another.

The bloodstains on the old lady’s face had already been properly cleaned off, but as Xuxu was reluctant to let go of the old lady’s hands, the hospital staff weren’t able to put on burial clothes for her.

Staring at grandmother’s headful of gray hair that was tainted with streaks of blood, Yan Rusheng fell to his knees.

His eyes were welling up with tears.

She had raised and groomed Yan Rusheng—a man who was widely acclaimed by all.

Yet, he hadn’t been there at her final moments; he wasn’t there when she left with so much pain and suffering.

‘You rascal. Get married and grant me a great-grandson, then my life will be complete.’

“Isn’t your life complete only after you get to cuddle your great-grandson?” He knelt down and inched towards the bedside, his eyes bleeding with pain as the tears just poured out.

This was the first time he’d broken down from grief.

The hospital chief who had been standing by the side hesitated for a moment. With light and quiet footsteps, he walked towards Yan Rusheng. The hospital chief looked at him and pointed to Xuxu. “Third Young Master, please persuade the Miss. A further delay… any further delays wouldn’t be good.”

Having heard this, Yan Rusheng slowly shifted his gaze to Xuxu’s hand which was grasping tightly onto Wang Daqin.

Their hands holding onto each other… His eyes flinched for a moment.

All of a sudden, he reached out and grabbed hold of Xuxu’s wrist.

Xuxu looked at him. She shook her head and pleaded sorrowfully, “Don’t… don’t… don’t separate me from Grandmother.”

She knew in her heart that this was the last time Grandmother would hold onto her hand.

The sight of Grandmother’s warm and gentle hands holding onto Xuxu and saying, ‘Our Xuxu is the most well behaved and obedient’, would never happen again.

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The sight of Grandmother’s warm and gentle hands hugging Xuxu and saying, ‘Don’t be afraid. Grandmother will stand up for you’, would never happen again.

The sight of Grandmother’s kind and pleasant face smiling at her and saying, ‘Xuxu, I’ve prepared your favorite dishes. I’m waiting for you to come back for dinner’, would never happen again.

Yan Rusheng pretended that he couldn’t see her tears nor hear her gut-wrenching sobs, and he coldly turned his head away in a detached manner.

At the same time, he forcibly pulled Xuxu’s hands away from Grandmother’s.

“Ah…!” Xuxu couldn’t hold it in any longer, and her grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable emotions. She got up and leaned on the corpse that had now turned frigid. “Grandmother, I was wrong, I was wrong.”

She shouldn’t have been born on this day. She shouldn’t have celebrated her birthday.

She should have stopped her from going out in this pouring rain.

Her gut-wrenching sobs echoed in the room, and the sound could tear a person’s heart. The medical team also broke out into silent sobs.

“Missy, please restrain your grief.”

Clearly, Xuxu had lost control of her emotions. The staff pulled her away immediately.

However, she still adamantly refused to let go of those hands.

“Wen Xuxu!” Yan Rusheng yelled at her. He bent down, scooped her up and carried her out.

He placed Xuxu down on a chair by the front door. Xuxu turned around and leaned back, continuing to bawl her eyes out.

Her wails could be heard throughout the hospital.

“Wen Xuxu, there is only one path ahead of you.”

Yan Rusheng’s harsh and cold voice could be heard. She raised her head slowly, her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

“Marry me.” Yan Rusheng looked at her coldly.

His pursed lips moved slightly, and he spilled out these two words without a trace of emotion.

Xuxu was startled.

Once more, Yan Rusheng said to her with a trace of coldness, “Remember this. You owe her this final wish.”