When Lin Qingqing stepped into the hospital, a strong smell of disinfectant water went straight into her nose. It was a familiar smell, after all, she had been here for a week.

Her trembling body slowly calmed down, she took a deep breath, and walked up the stairs with her steps.

She wore the clover sneakers she had bought two days earlier, even though they were nothing more than a stall for the real rich. The white upper was covered with dust, like her heart.

In fact, Xu Yanran and Jiang Nuan had to accompany her, but she stubbornly insisted on coming to the hospital alone. She knows that some pain can be shared, but some cannot.

Instead of letting them see their worthless appearance of being scolded in front of the Lin family, it was better for her to come by herself. She couldn't really listen to it anyway, and she didn't have anything to worry about.

The fruit basket he was carrying in his hand was heavy, and Lin Qingqing's left hand began to feel a little sour. She shifted the basket to her right hand, and then pushed open the door to the ward with her free left hand.

The two people in the room were arguing, and the sound of chaos seemed to come from a long distance, stinging the sensitive nerves in Lin Qingqing's cochlea.

Looks like Shenli is probably talking about them, Lin Qingqing thought sadly in his heart. Lin Huaizhi and Liu Wanqing always look loving and harmonious in front of people, but they can quarrel so far behind the unknown.

If you don't love each other, why do you need to bind each other? Lin Qingqing felt that she couldn't understand these people, and in the same way, she couldn't understand her mother. Loving someone who can never be loved will eventually cost you your life.

Liu Wanqing, who noticed Lin Qingqing's arrival, stopped, she just glanced at the person standing at the door with her eyes, and then pointed to the sofa with an unhappy face. "Find your own place to sit!"

How does she know how to take care of others? Lin Qingqing didn't care, sat down by himself, and then put the fruit basket on the coffee table.

"Yo, now is it capable? When you enter the door, you won't even call your mother? Liu Wanqing is still chattering.

Originally, Lin Qingqing's ears did not recover, and listening to this woman's constant chatter made the already fragile nerve in her ear hurt again.

"What did you call me for today?" She swept over the sickbed with an indifferent expression, and Lin Huaizhi also swept over Liu Wanqing.

Liu Wanqing, who had already complained about Lin Huaizhi's call to Lin Qingqing, was obviously even more unhappy, she slapped it on the glass coffee table and spilled the aquatic life in the glass.

If it weren't for being in the VIP ward, it is estimated that family members like her would have been invited out of the hospital a long time ago. Rich people can really do whatever they want, Lin Qingqing secretly mocked in his heart.

"Your dad has liver cancer, what's wrong with calling you here?" She couldn't see the slightest bit of everyone's beautiful appearance on her face.

Lin Qingqing sneered in her heart, what kind of mother is really raising what kind of daughter, Lin Yu is the same as her mother.

Because the speed of speech was too fast, Lin Qingqing could only grasp the key words and read them. Her mind paused for a moment on the word liver cancer, and then returned to normal.

Is this retribution or karmic reincarnation? She couldn't laugh or grieve. The man who was still able to steal his wife behind his back was lying on the sickbed at the moment, and he seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

After staying on Lin Huaizhi's body for a while, Lin Qingqing's gaze fell back on Liu Wanqing in front of him. "What did you ask me to do?" She asked coldly.

As far as Lin Qingqing, who is not of the Lin family's bloodline, is concerned, she is too self-aware. These people from the Lin family definitely didn't call her over for any property distribution or anything like that, even when Lin Huaizhi was dying.

The purpose of this family is too strong, and since Lin Yan became a mercenary appearance, she has completely lost her heart to this family.

"You go out first." Lin Huaizhi, who had been lying on the bed with various instruments plugged into his body, finally spoke.

The voice of this sentence was too small, and Lin Qingqing's hearing was not enough to hear it clearly. Before she could react, Liu Wanqing on the side got up indignantly. "You'd better die and be free!"

Once a close person is ruthless, he can be several times more ruthless than a stranger. After viciously cursing Lin Huaizhi, Liu Wanqing finally stepped on her high heels and wrapped her mink coat and left.

I thought that these low-level things would only happen to ordinary people when husband and wife cursed each other, and rich people would always look like they were looking down on all beings. But Lin Qingqing seems to have forgotten that rich people are also people.

"Qingqing, come here." Lin Huaizhi's voice was not loud, he was lying on the bed, waving weakly at Lin Qingqing.

In fact, as far as Lin Qingqing is concerned, she has no obligation to visit this man in the hospital at all, and even if he dies, she has nothing to do with her.

In the end, she only came because she thought of her mother. The man who made her miss before her death was already terminally ill, and she probably felt distressed in heaven.

walked to Lin Huaizhi's hospital bed and sat down, and only then did she see this man clearly. Unlike a few months ago, he was so weak that he couldn't be more than he could.

The thin face shows high cheekbones, and the hair on the sideburns has turned gray. The sharp eyes that had been in the past had become chaotic, and the lips had chapped marks.

When Lin Qingqing was still obsessed with Lin Yan, he had always wondered why Lin Huaizhi, a person with sharp eyes, and Liu Wanqing, a person with a mercenary eyes, could give birth to a child with warm eyes like Lin Yan? But then she realized that everything was just appearances.

"Do you hate me?" Lin Huaizhi suddenly asked.

For a while, Lin Qingqing thought that he would read the wrong lip shape. How could Lin Huaizhi say such a thing, unless the sun came out in the west.

She remembered that when the Lin family forced her to marry a masked man, she still remembered the tragic situation of her mother with a white cloth on her head, and she still remembered that the Lin family shamelessly asked her to remarry.

All these things add up, should she say hate or not?

"People are dying, so don't fake here." Lin Qingqing is obviously not used to his hypocrisy.

All these people who should have done and shouldn't have done for so many years have been added to her, and it seems too late to say whether to hate or not to hate.

Hearing Lin Qingqing's words, Lin Huaizhi's wrinkled old face added a bit of vicissitudes. He opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back again.

If it weren't for this sudden illness, he thought, he might never have made this secret public. But it was in this serious illness that he almost suffocated from the guilt and struggle in his heart day after day.