Chapter 230 I Would Not Divorce You
Let's get a divorce!
Let's get a divorce!
There was a smell of fishy blood gushing out of his throat. Long Qingyue resisted the desire to throw it up, but the pain in his body tore at him thousands of times. His eyes gradually became dark, and his tall body fell to the ground...
Mu Nuanxin looked at the man who was slowly falling down in front of her. Her heart stopped beating at that moment...
Inside the hospital!
Long Qingyue was lying on the hospital bed, and his body was soaked with sweat. He was frowning while talking gibberish in his sleep as if he was having a terrible dream.
"How is he?" Feng Siye stepped forward to touch his forehead and asked worriedly while looking at Ling Shaobai who was recording his temperature.
"He has got a chill and his blood counts is not good with the high fever..." Ling Shaobai put down his pen and said. Then he stepped forward and adjusted the speed of the drips on Long Qingyue's hand.
"This guy didn't stand downstairs Mu Nuanxin's last night, right?" Feng Siye's eyes widened in surprise. It was windy and snowy yesterday, and the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. And he was underclothed. How could he stand it?
Ling Shaobai sighed and nodded, "When I rushed over there, he was already in a coma. And since he returned to the Long family, it seemed that it was the first time he was sick."
The two of them turned their eyes to the man on the bed at the same time. Maybe it was the effect of the drug, he finally calmed down a lot, but he was still murmuring something. Feng Siye hurriedly put his ear close to him, only then did he hear clearly that the sentence he repeated again and again.
"I would not divorce..."
Because Mu Qiqi rejected everyone related to Long Qingyue, Mu Nuanxin had no choice but to ask Tang Xiu to help.
The day of Mu Luozhong's cremation, Mu Qiqi cried so hard that she passed out, and Mu Nuanxin couldn't help crying too. Seeing her father being pushed into the cremation furnace, she recalled all the scenes since she was brought back to the Mu's house by Mu Luozhong. Those scenes flashed like a movie. A lively person left forever then.
Tang Xiu had been with her the whole time. The waiting process was long and torturous. She sat on the ground as if she had lost her soul, staring at the door of the cremation room.
Mu Qiqi was rescued and she rushed over immediately. It seemed that she couldn't accept the fact. She frantically rushed to the door of the cremation room, flapping non-stop, crying for them to return her father to her...
Fortunately, Tang Xiu had already taken care of everything, otherwise, given their circumstances, they would have been driven out long ago...
When Mu Luozhong's ashes were sent out, Mu Qiqi cried unbearably again and fainted. Mu Nuanxin was hugging her sister as well as their father's urn, weeping silently...
The next day was the funeral, and the mourning hall was arranged at Mu's house. The Mu family had no money, so the arrangement was relatively simple.
Tang Xiu wanted to make it a little grander, but he thought about it and let it go. No matter how good it was, it was useless.
Moreover, if he did that, Mu Nuanxin would definitely feel uncomfortable, so he kept everything simple as she wanted.
Among the yellow and white chrysanthemums was a photo of Mu Luozhong before his death. That photo was when he was the deputy mayor. He was wearing a snow-white shirt, with black hair and a smile on his face. He was in high spirits.
Mu Nuanxin knelt on the side in her mourning dress and looked at her father in the photo. She couldn't stop crying. In just half a year, the Mu family was destroyed. All this happened so suddenly that she still couldn't believe it...
Mu Qiqi knelt beside her, her thin face was thinner now, and her black eyes had lost their luster. At that moment, she was like a rag doll, without any trace of vigour...
The Mu family had not many relatives or friends. Since Mu Luozhong was wronged, all the friends had also cut off contact with them, so no one came to mourn...
The desolation in the mourning hall was heart-wrenching...
Inside the hospital, Long Qingyue slowly opened his eyes, looking at the snow-white ceiling above his head, he abruptly sat up.
"Yue, you're finally awake, I'm scared to death by you!" Seeing that he woke up, Rong Dong'er immediately stood up to support him, with obvious tears stains on her beautiful little face.
"Why are you here? Where is Mu Nuanxin?" Long Qingyue covered his head in pain, as if his head had exploded. The pain was terrifying, and there was no strength in his body.
Rong Dong'er 's face froze. She quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to Long Qingyue, and said, "Don't talk so much. You must be thirsty after fevering for so long. Drink some water first."
Long Qingyue's throat was really hurting like it was on fire. He took the water cup she handed over and drank it, and his throat felt more comfortable.
He handed the water cup back to Rong Dong'er and lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. Seeing this, Rong Dong'er quickly stopped him and said, "You just woke up and you still have a fever. You can't move around."
"I'm fine, get out of the way." Long Qingyue wanted to push her away, but there was no strength in his hands. He frowned, not expecting himself to be so weak.
"Yue, don't do this. Your health is the important." Rong Dong'er looked at him distressedly and said.
At that moment, the door of the room was pushed open. Ling Shaobai walked in and walked quickly to the bed. When Long Qingyue saw him, he immediately asked, "Shaobai, how is Mu Nuanxin?"
"She's fine, don't worry too much." Ling Shaobai replied.
"Yeah, now Tang Xiu of the Tang family is by her side every day, taking care of her." Rong Dong'er finally couldn't help being ignored by him, and said with jealousness.
Ling Shaobai's black eyes hidden behind his glasses flashing a glance. He flicked to the woman beside him and asked, "How did Miss Rong know that Tang Xiu was in Mu's house?"
Rong Dong'er's heart did a flip. She almost exposed herself in order to satire Mu Nuanxin, but she didn't show her face at all, and said lightly, "It's published in the newspaper, saying that Tang Xiu is in love with Cinderella. Now he and Mu Nuanxin are the headlines every day."
"Oh, is that so!" Ling Shaobai gave a sneering smile and ignored her. Then he began to examine Long Qingyue 's body.
"How long have I slept, what happened to Mu Nuanxin?" When Long Qingyue heard that Tang Xiu was by Mu Nuanxin 's side, he did not get angry but felt relieved.
Although he and Tang Xiu were rivals in love and he really didn't like that man, in Mu Nuanxin's situation now, she had to have someone by her side who could help her, so that he could feel relieved.
"It's been three days. And today is Mu Luozhong's funeral. The little girl in the Mu family is extremely repulsive to me and Feng Siye. We went there a few times, but were kicked out by her..." Ling Shaobai felt helpless. The truth was, both he and Feng Siye were beaten like crazy by that little girl with a stick.
It was estimated that in the eyes of the little girl then, as long as anyone related to this matter were the murders who killed her father..