Mr. Xie, please be gentle, the vicious female supporting role really didn't tease you

Everyone was driven out. The once glorious Song Wanru and Xie Jun now looked like stray dogs, with dejection written all over their bodies. They did not even mention the family property in front of Xie Yan and Tang Wan.

In the past two days, the two of them have come to understand a fact, that is, the company under Xie's father's name may really not belong to Xie's father. The board of directors election in the past two days has completely kicked Xie's father out of the core layer.

It would be fine if Mr. Xie had not been sick, but his illness was serious and the hospital had issued several critical illness notices. Even if he could recover, he might not be able to return to the core.

Xie Jun and Song Wanru have only known how to eat, drink and have fun over the years, and they know nothing about the company's affairs. Although Xie Jun has always said that he wants to inherit the company, he can't stand the hard work of going to work, and he works for three days and rests for two days in the company. People in the company privately call him the prince, and no one recognizes him at all.

Now that Xie's father has fallen and is seriously ill, their hopes have instantly vanished. Although they still have a certain amount of family property, it is not enough compared to their extravagant consumption.

If Xie's father really died, the two of them would have nowhere to go and would have to live the lives of ordinary people.

The doctor came out of the ward soon. Song Wanru hurriedly went up to him and stood in front of the doctor and asked anxiously.

"How is it, doctor?"

The doctor was wearing a mask and was obviously used to seeing life and death. He shook his head.

"Try to satisfy the patient's desire to eat or play, and be sure to remind him to stay calm and not get angry anymore."

After hearing this, Song Wanru felt her legs go weak and the world went dark before her eyes.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Jun caught Song Wanru's limp body and said, "Doctor, doctor, come and take a look."

Song Wanru sat on the ground, feeling as if she had lost all hope in life. She hugged her son tightly and cried loudly.

"He's gone, but what are we going to do? He's left a mess behind, are we going to survive?"

"I thought my son could... Now I can't count on anything. What will I do if I don't have money in the future? It would be great if you died. The two of us suffered in this world. I followed you when I was young, but now I get nothing."

She cried hysterically and her voice could be heard clearly in the corridor.

"Old Xie, you bitch! If I had known, I wouldn't have gotten along with you..."

"Hurry, help her up."

The doctor was also a person who had seen big scenes. While asking the nurse to push the cart over, he quietly warned her: "There are still patients in the ward. Don't make loud noises here. It would be bad if you disturb others' rest."

Seeing the chaotic scene of everyone crying, the doctor sighed in his heart that this wealthy couple was really heartless. The person inside hasn't died yet, but they have already started thinking about dividing the property.

I don't know how the people inside felt after hearing this. They were not dead yet, but their relatives had already started to scold them. Sometimes rich people are worse than ordinary people.

Xie Jun and Song Wanru left, and the corridor returned to silence. Xie Yan blinked without any obvious expression, as if he didn't know the two people at all.

He shook Tang Wan's hand, lowered his head and asked her, "Let's go home."

"Well, go home."

Tang Wan nodded. It seemed that the change of ownership of Xie's father's company was quite a blow to Song Wanru. This man wasn't even dead yet, but they became enemies.

It can only be said that Song Wanru's purpose of marrying into the Xie family was not pure. She had been a wealthy wife for more than ten years, but everything she wanted eventually came to nothing.

"Thank you for the banquet," a trembling voice came from behind them. Zhang Jiang stood behind the two of them with a heavy expression, "Can you go in and see your father? He's going to... Just think of it as pity for him, it would be good if you could say a few more words to him..."

"That's why I came to you this time. You two are father and son after all..."

Xie Yan held Tang Wan tightly with one hand and stuffed the other hand into his trouser pocket. He raised his eyelids and his eyes were calm.

"Did he mean it?"

"This..." Zhang Jiang blushed, "Even if it's my idea, it's not okay? Just think of it as your uncle begging you to say a few words to him. You've seen the attitudes of Song Wanru and Xie Jun. I can't accompany Old Xie every day, so just think of it as pitying a... person..."

His words were vague and were soon interrupted by the sounds from inside the ward. Zhang Jiang hurriedly opened the door and saw Xie's father leaning on the hospital bed. His eyes were fixed on the door of the ward. When he saw Xie Yan's gaze turning to him, he lowered his head as if ashamed.

The sound is not loud, but it is loud enough for people inside and outside the room to hear clearly.

"I'm the one looking for your Uncle Zhang, and...I want to find you."

He seemed to have never said such submissive words before. After he finished speaking, he immediately pursed his lips, but his turbid eyes were always fixed on Xie Yan at the door.

"Can you... talk to me?"

Xie Yan nodded. Tang Wan subconsciously wanted to stand at the door, but Xie Yan grabbed her hand and pulled her into the ward.

The door was closed. Xie Yan dragged over a chair and asked Tang Wan to sit there. He stood there and looked at Xie's father.

Mr. Xie may have known that his death was approaching, so his tone of voice became much gentler.

He looked at his son with an unfamiliar warmth in his eyes. After a long moment, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "You are already 28 this year, time flies. You were only 8 years old when your mother passed away."

The father and son have been strangers for twenty years. Xie Yan has always resented him for his mother's affairs. He knew this and felt guilty about it. He was so guilty that he didn't dare to look Xie Yan in the eye at that time.

However, with a young wife, a newborn son, a growing career, and the fact that Xie Yan had always been unruly and opposed him in every way, he became increasingly disliked and indifferent to his son.

His youngest son and his wife were very obedient to him, but Xie Yan looked at him with resentment and hatred every day. Therefore, although he knew that Song Wanru would treat him harshly without leaving a trace, he thought that as long as Xie Yan gave in to him, he could become the father who stood up for him.

Xie Yan did not give in. After graduating from high school, he moved out of home and never returned home again.

Xie Yan didn't say anything, just stood there, his body straight and tall. He was no longer the little child hiding in the closet crying for his mother.

Father Xie sighed in disappointment, his tone full of nostalgia: "I was also 28 years old when I married your mother. She was so young and beautiful back then..."

"You have no right to mention my mother."

Xie Yan's voice was not loud, but it made Xie's father stunned. He subconsciously wanted to scold Xie Yan, but after seeing Xie Yan's almost unfamiliar face, he pursed his lips and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Yes... I have no right to mention her..."

He had been dreaming about his young wife recently. At that time, Xie Yanyan would be waiting at the door, holding his toys and waiting for him to hug him when he got home. He would throw his briefcase aside and spin around with his son in his arms. His wife would also come out of the kitchen, smiling and saying that dinner would be ready soon, and let their son get off him.

Xie Yan just happily took out something from his arms with a bright and sunny smile.

"Dad, look, this is the model I made in the aircraft model group. It won a prize..."

But the model that he was about to receive suddenly fell to the ground. Everything changed. His wife died because of him, and his son moved out and never saw him again.

His wife and youngest son schemed against him for his property, as if they wished he would die.

He clearly had so much money in his life, but in the last days of his life, there was no one by his bedside, not even one person who cried for him sincerely.

He looked at Xie Yan's face that looked very much like his mother. He slowly reached out his hands to cover his face, sadness and regret welling up in his heart.

He thought of Xie Yan and Xie Yan's mother. Such a beautiful family was ultimately destroyed by him. He couldn't even remember the model airplane that Xie Yan handed him.

Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and he covered his eyes and cried like a child.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

The crying sounds echoed in the ward. No one spoke. Only the wind blowing in from the window quietly echoed the crying sounds.