After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

Qiao Ran turned to Xu Qing and asked, "Where is Grandma?"

“It’s inside, I’ll take you there,” Xu Qing said, pointing to the emergency room.

"Husband, wait for me here," Qiao Ran said to Qi Muci.

Qi Muci nodded, "Okay."

Hearing "husband" from Qiao Ran, Lin Mengchuan felt incredibly bitter. If they hadn't divorced, he would have been Qiao Ran's husband.

Instead of Qi Muci.

Qi Muci noticed that Lin Mengchuan's gaze was constantly following Qiao Ran, and he felt displeased, his eyes turning much colder.

If it weren't for the accident that happened to Lin Mengchuan's father, Qi Muci would have really wanted to punch him.

Qiao Ran followed Xu Qing into the emergency room and saw the old lady Xu Ying sitting by the bedside, sobbing. Her thin, slightly hunched back looked desolate and forlorn.

Her nose tingled, and her eyes felt a little sore.

Qiao Ran gave Xu Qing a look, and the latter understood and left.

She walked to Xu Ying's side, glanced at Lin Zhihong lying on the hospital bed, his face pale, and her breath caught in her throat.

It's hard to believe unless you see it with your own eyes; a perfectly healthy person just passed away like that.

"Grandma," Qiao Ran called softly, placing her hand on Xu Ying's shoulder.

Xu Ying snapped out of her daze and was somewhat surprised to see Qiao Ran. Wiping away her tears, she asked, "Ranran, why are you here? Who told you? Did Meng Chuan tell you?"

Qiao Ran shook her head. "It was Xu Qing who said it. I was worried about you, so I came to see you. Grandma, please accept my condolences."

Xu Ying grasped her hand, "Thank you, Ranran, you're so kind."

Qiao Ran stopped talking and silently stayed with the old lady.

The old woman was silent for a moment, then murmured, "God really loves to play tricks on people. Those who want to die can't die, while those who don't want to die leave inexplicably. They were fine when they left this morning."

“I only have one child. I never thought he would pass away before me, making me suffer the pain of a parent outliving their child. No mother wants to see her child die first.”

“Zhihong was a very competitive child since he was a child. My husband was very strict with him and demanded that he do everything perfectly. He really lived up to his expectations. He was only thirty years old when his father passed away.”

"He took on the heavy responsibility of managing the company. At the time, I was very afraid that he would not be able to handle it. I didn't expect that he would not only handle it, but also do it better than his father."

"Zhuo Hai's success today is all thanks to Zhi Hong. He has lived up to the promise he made to his father at his sickbed. Why did God treat such a hardworking person like this?"

As the old woman spoke, she began to sob again.

Qiao Ran didn't know what to say, so she could only put her arm around the old lady's shoulder and cry along with her.

It wasn't until the doctor came over and asked if they wanted to be introduced to someone from a funeral home, reminding them that the body couldn't be left there for too long.

Because the emergency room is quite busy, and there are many people coming and going.

Qiao Ran comforted Xu Ying and took the doctor to communicate with Lin Mengchuan and Shen Qingzhu.

The funeral company had a branch office at the hospital, and their staff arrived quickly.

Lin Mengchuan instructed the funeral company to send his father to the funeral home first, while Xu Qing and Su Wenshan would handle the memorial service.

Lin Zhihong was taken away by the hearse, and everyone dispersed. Qiao Ran and her group said goodbye to the Lin family.

Just as she turned to leave, Lin Mengchuan suddenly called out, "Qiao Ran, thank you."

Qiao Ran paused for a moment, then replied calmly, "No need to thank me. I came because I was worried about Grandma. Please take good care of her."

Those who left are gone; those who remain are the ones who suffer the most.

But she didn't say that last sentence.

She turned back and gave Xu Ying a hug. "Grandma, if you want to talk to someone, just call me. I'm on break at home right now, so you can call me anytime."

Xu Ying sniffed. "Okay, thank you for coming today. Go back now, it's cold outside."

Qiao Ran: "Okay, I'm leaving, Grandma."

Lin Mengchuan stared at Qiao Ran's departing figure, somewhat displeased. Even at a time like this, she was still so heartless.

I didn't want to offer him a single word of comfort.

He also wanted a hug from her.

Qi Muci frowned and glared at Lin Mengchuan, thinking to himself: "You brat, do you think I'm invisible?"

As Qiao Ran walked towards the parking lot, she noticed that snowflakes were falling from the sky.

She looked up at the sky and said to Qi Muci with emotion, "Husband, today is the first time I have faced death directly. When I saw Uncle Lin lying motionless on the hospital bed, I was really terrified."

“I’m not afraid of death. I don’t think death is scary. What’s scary is facing the death of a loved one and the fear of losing a loved one. I don’t dare to think about whether I can bear this pain if someone close to me leaves in the future.”

Qi Muci put his arm around her shoulder and said, “We can’t decide life and death, but we can cherish the present moment. That’s what we can do. We’ll visit Grandma Xu more often when we have time.”

Qiao Ran nodded slightly. "Yes, that's what I think too. We should take better care of Grandma during this time. She must be the one suffering the most, having to bury her only son."

"She lost her husband, and now she's losing her son. If it were me, I really wouldn't dare to think about it."

As Qiao Ran spoke, she opened her arms and hugged Qi Muci, "Husband, you must stay healthy and safe."

Qi Muci stroked Qiao Ran's hair with his large hand and replied, "Okay."

Qiao Ran and Qi Muci returned home and saw Qi Muan and Zhao Mengmeng in the living room.

Zhao Mengmeng ran over, grabbed Qiao Ran's hand, and asked, "Is Lin Mengchuan's father really dead? Did you go to see him?"

Qiao Ran: "Yes, it's true, I lost too much blood."

Zhao Mengmeng: "Dingding told me that she was stabbed to death by workers who were collecting debts. It's so terrible."

"When will they hold a memorial service?" Qi Mu'an asked his younger brother.

Qi Muci: "The time hasn't been set yet."

Qi Mu'an paused for a moment: "Let me know when you've made a decision, and I'll go with you then."

Qi Muci: "Okay."

Zhao Mengmeng: "Have you had lunch yet? I heard from Uncle Yang that you left before you had lunch."

Qiao Ran: "I haven't eaten yet."

Zhao Mengmeng: "Then I'll go ask Aunt Lin to heat up the dishes for you. I asked Aunt Lin to save some for you when Mu An and I were eating."

Qiao Ran: "Yes, thank you."

"Don't be so polite with me. You all sit down and have some hot tea to warm yourselves up. I'm going to the kitchen." After saying that, Zhao Mengmeng turned around and ran quickly towards the kitchen, but she accidentally tripped on the threshold, cried out, and fell to the ground.

"Mengmeng," Qi Mu'an quickly ran over to check, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Qiao Ran followed over and scolded Zhao Mengmeng, "Why are you in such a hurry? Even if you're in a rush, there's no need to rush right now. Quickly check where you're hurt. Does anything hurt? Did you twist your ankle?"

Zhao Mengmeng frowned, clutching her stomach, "My stomach hurts, and it feels like something is leaking out."

Qiao Ran quickly asked Qi Mu'an to help Zhao Mengmeng up. She glanced at Zhao Mengmeng's bottom and saw that it was bright red.

She paused for a moment, then asked Zhao Mengmeng, "How long has it been since you had your period?"

Zhao Mengmeng paused for a moment, "I don't know, my periods are irregular."

Qi Mu'an: "You're on your period?"

Qiao Ran was extremely anxious. "What period? She might be pregnant! Big brother, don't just stand there, hurry to the hospital!"