The prince of Beijing circle is unattainable, and asks her to take responsibility at night

At that moment, my mind was confused.

She saw Old Mrs. Jiang lying quietly on the hospital bed, and the nurse beside her covered her with a white sheet from top to bottom, finally covering her face.

"Miss Jiang, please accept my condolences."

It was not until the doctor handed the death notice to Jiang Zhi that she realized that the old lady had died.

She suddenly fell to her knees.

With trembling hands, he held the old lady's hand, "Grandma..."

Jiang Zhi's tears slid silently and dripped onto the back of her cold hand.

Her heart was filled with endless sorrow and reluctance, as if the whole world had lost its color.

Just like when I was fifteen.

It was dark, covering her entire body.

She remembered the old lady's kindness, her warm smile, and how she always stroked her hair with her calloused hands, giving her endless comfort and strength.

"Grandma, you were fine yesterday..."

Jiang Zhi choked, his voice filled with uncontrollable sadness.

The medical staff around stood quietly by, knowing that any words would be pale and powerless at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still, with only Jiang Zhi's sobs echoing in the empty ward.

"Miss Jiang, please accept my condolences."

She watched helplessly as the medical staff pushed Qin Fei's body away.

At the age of fifteen, she experienced the death of a relative for the first time. At that time, it was basically the old lady who helped her deal with the funeral affairs.

At this moment, because she had no one to rely on, she didn't know what to do next. She could only numbly take out her mobile phone and ask Grandma Lu to call her.

"Grandma Lu, my grandma just passed away. What should I do now?"

Grandma Lu's voice came through the phone, choking with sobs and comforting, "Zhizhi, don't worry, I'll be there soon. Don't be afraid. Grandma is gone, but you still have me. I won't leave you alone."

Jiang Zhi didn't want to stay alone in this cold place, so she got off the elevator and went to the door to wait for Grandma Lu.

The originally clear sky was now covered with dark clouds.

At first glance, it was clear that a heavy rain was coming.

People are hurrying on the road.

Soon, the big drops of rain began to fall.

The rain gradually became heavier, as if the sky itself was mourning for the lost loved ones. Jiang Zhi stood at the hospital entrance, letting the rain soak her clothes, but her heart was colder than the rain.

Grandma Lu's voice continued to comfort her on the other end of the phone, but Jiang Zhi's thoughts had drifted away.

She recalled the days she spent with the old lady, and every detail was vivid in her mind.

The old lady was always so optimistic. She never gave up even when she was sick. She always encouraged Jiang Zhi to be strong and face life bravely. But now, she has to face this sudden loss alone.

And she no longer has a grandmother.

The cold rain fell into her eyes, making them wet.

At this moment, she just stood there, letting the wind and rain blow on her.

It seems like a sculpture.

Finally, she could no longer hold back her tears and burst out, her cries drowned out by the rumbling thunderstorm.

The cold raindrops fell into her eyes, blurring her vision. She didn't even notice that a black Maybach slowly stopped in front of her on the side of the road.

A man got out of the car, holding an umbrella, and walked quickly to Jiang Zhi's side, tilting the umbrella over to shield her from the wind and rain. Jiang Zhi looked up and saw a slender and strong man's hand holding the umbrella handle. He lowered his dark eyes and stared at Jiang Zhi's face.

"Sorry, I am late."

In an instant, Jiang Zhi's grief seemed to have found an outlet. She threw herself into Shang Yanjing's arms, and tears burst out again.

"Shang Yanjing, I don't have a grandma anymore."

Shang Yanjing's face darkened.

A wave of emotion flashed across his handsome face, and he silently stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.

Her tears quickly soaked his shirt, making the man feel distressed.

"Grandma was fine yesterday..."

Shang Yanjing reached out to wipe her tears.

But the tears kept coming.

It can't be cleaned no matter what.

"Jiang Zhi, the dead cannot be resurrected."

the first time.

Jiang Zhi discovered that death was so close to her.

The raindrops hit the umbrella little by little and fell down along the umbrella.

Soon, Shang Yanjing's clothes were wet.

Seeing that Jiang Zhi was wet all over, Shang Yanjing stuffed the umbrella into her hand.

She was startled, and before she could say anything, Shang Yanjing picked her up.

The umbrella suddenly tilted.

Shang Yanjing held her hand and grasped the umbrella handle again.

Jiang Zhi leaned on Shang Yanjing's coat, drawing a little warmth from it.

Shang Yanjing took her to a bench in the hospital corridor.

Jiang Zhi was soaked all over and was shivering as he sat on a bench in the hospital lobby.

The man was beside her, with a black suit jacket wrapped around Jiang Zhi. He was only wearing a white striped shirt.

The whole person looks soft.

It also feels more intimate.

She didn't say a word since she sat there.

And Shang Yanjing is the same.

He sat quietly by the side, his eyes full of concern.

He understood that what Jiang Zhi needed at this moment was not just verbal comfort, but more importantly, someone to accompany her silently.

"Zhizhi, you are not alone." He said softly.

Soon, Mrs. Lu and Lu Yan appeared together.

"Zhizhi, don't cry. Grandma in heaven also wants to see you strong." Grandma Lu comforted softly while patting Jiang Zhi's back.

"Jiang Zhi." Lu Yan had just opened his mouth when the man's eyes suddenly fixed on him.

Lu Yan felt the warning and displeasure in that gaze, so he tactfully shut his mouth and said no more.

He knew Shang Yanjing's methods very well, and confronting him head-on would only be asking for trouble.

Old Mrs. Lu glared at her grandson. Seeing that Lu Yan didn't say anything, she walked over and continued to comfort Jiang Zhi softly. At the same time, she took out a clean handkerchief from her bag and handed it to her, "Zhizhi, wipe your tears and don't let grandma worry."

Jiang Zhi took the handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears and rain from her face. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Shang Yanjing had been sitting quietly beside her. His presence was like a solid barrier, shielding her from the wind and rain from the outside world.

"Grandma Lu, thank you." Jiang Zhi's voice was still a little choked, but she tried to make her voice sound stronger.

Mrs. Lu smiled kindly and touched Jiang Zhi's head. "Silly child, your grandmother loved you the most when she was alive. She must have hoped that you would be strong and brave."

The funeral was not a big one.

Only relatives and friends were notified, and only a few people came.

After all, the Jiang family is no longer as powerful as before.

This result was within Jiang Zhi's expectations.

But she didn't want the old lady to be disturbed.

fair enough.

Jiang Zhi never thought that Lu Yan would stand beside her and bow to the relatives who came and went.

"Other people don't know that we didn't have a wedding or a marriage certificate. In their eyes, we're still husband and wife. You're always hanging out with Shang Yanjing. Aren't you afraid they'll think Shang Yanjing is their mistress?"