The moment Xie Mu held Wen Lan's palm hard, it was just a return to the light.

In less than two minutes, he stopped breathing.

Mrs. Qin and several of Xie's mother's relatives cried profusely, Xie Yansheng was still calm, and pulled Wen Lan aside, "You take Nuan Nuan and Sister Yun back to the Shuyuan Mansion, and I will follow my mother's hearse back to the old mansion later."

"Let Nuan Nuan and Sister Yun go back to rest first, I'll stay with you." Wen Lan held Xie Yansheng's cold hand and whispered, "When you return to the old mansion, you still have to arrange the mourning hall and receive relatives, you can't be busy alone."

Xie Yansheng didn't even have a brother or sister, how could she have a reason to hide from the side at this time!

"You've had a hard time these days." Xie Yansheng's voice was full of deep grief, "Thank you very much for coming to see your mother for the last time. When Nuan Nuan was carried to the ward, her mother called her name—"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't shout until the last moment she left—" Wen Lan's nose soured and she couldn't say any more.

"I don't blame you." Xie Yansheng touched her head distressedly, "You can help me contact Li Duan to see how the old mansion is cleaned up."

"Okay." She hurriedly responded.

Two minutes later, the driver sent Nuan Nuan and Sister Yun back to Shuyuan Mansion.

Half an hour later, Xie's mother was sent to the Xie family's old house, and Xie Yu and Xie Jianning came.

An hour later, the news came that Mr. Xie had a heart attack and was hospitalized.

It took a week for Xie's mother to go to the funeral, and Wen Lan was busy as Xie Yansheng's wife, but she wore black clothes from beginning to end, and did not wear linen and filial piety according to her daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Qin made several mistakes in picking on Wen Lan, but she was stopped by Xie Yansheng.

Although the Xie family has gone bankrupt, Xie Yansheng's business has become bigger and bigger over the years, and his worth has also risen, and Xie's mother's funeral has attracted many bigwigs in the business field.

Duan Wenzheng, as Xie Yansheng's best friend, took Xiang Mo and Duan Qianxun to Jiangcheng two days before the funeral.

To Wen Lan's surprise, Duan Qianxun still remembered Nuan Nuan, and gave Nuan Nuan the snacks and toys in his small backpack, Nuan Nuan didn't want it, he was not happy.

On the night of the end of Xie's mother's funeral, Xie Yansheng went to the hospital to see Old Man Xie, Wen Lan dragged his tired body back to Shuyuan Mansion, and he couldn't get up from the bed anymore.

Xie Yansheng came back in the early morning to find that she was hot, and hurriedly sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and took a bottle of dripping high fever before it subsided.

When she woke up, Xie Yansheng was sleeping beside her.

Xie Yansheng's eyes were closed, his severe lack of sleep caused him to have two deep dark circles under his eyes, and the pale cyan stubble added a bit of decadence to him.

Wen Lan wanted him to sleep more, resisted the urge to get out of bed and go to the bathroom, and quietly looked at his sleeping face, unconsciously becoming stupid.

Wen Lan slowly stretched out his hand, and as soon as his fingers lightly landed on his face, he opened his eyes.

"What time is it?" He asked sleepily.

"A little after seven." Wen Lan's hand moved down his face to his back, stroking gently, "You're too tired these days, sleep a little longer."

Xie Yansheng closed his tired eyes again, hugged her in his arms and muttered, "There is something wrong in Shangjing, I booked a flight at nine o'clock today after watching the old man last night, and now it's time to prepare to go to the airport."

"I'll accompany you to Beijing, no matter what, I'm also your assistant, and I can help you handle a lot of work." She really wanted to share her worries for Xie Yansheng.

"You're so tired that you're in the hospital with a fever, and I can't let you go to Beijing with me anymore." Xie Yansheng's lips fell on her cheek, "You're still sick, I'm already sorry for you if I left you to go to Beijing."

"Don't say that." Wen Lan's heart was empty.

For more than a year, Xie Yansheng flew around on both sides of Jingjiang City, and she saw the hard work in her eyes, but she couldn't convince herself to put down her work and go to Beijing.

Xie Yansheng ordered breakfast for Wen Lan, and asked the nurse to contact Wen Lan with an accompanying aunt, and then went to the airport.

After the doctor checked the room, the nurse just gave Wen Lan a drip, and Zhou Qiao came.

Zhou Qiao not only packed breakfast for her, but also brought her a delicate fruit basket.

"Qiaoqiao, you are so well-informed, I was admitted to the hospital in the early morning, and I haven't had time to ask you for leave, you know so quickly." She owes her upper body and adjusts to a comfortable sitting position.

"I've let you take it easy, but now that you're in the hospital, it's time to rest for a few days!" Zhou Qiao complained while setting breakfast for her, "Half an hour ago, Xie Yansheng called to say that you were hospitalized, and asked me to come to the hospital to accompany you."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Wen Lan's lips.

At this time, Zhou Qiao's call rang.

Zhou Qiao glanced at the refusal, Wen Lan could see very clearly, the name of "Zhuang Xiubai" flashed a second before the mobile phone screen went out.

When he was in college, Zhuang Xiubai chased Zhou Qiao, and at that time, Zhou Qiao's mind was on Zhao Huan, and he never looked at this man squarely.

After Zhou Qiao and Zhao Huan set a wedding date, Zhuang Xiubai went to the national medical department, and after returning to China last year, he launched a crazy pursuit of Zhou Qiao, but in exchange for a cold refusal.

The call kept ringing, and Zhou Qiao had to turn his phone to silent.

"A few days ago, Zhuang Xiubai asked me to say a few kind words in front of you." Wen Lan looked at Zhou Qiao, "Zhuang Xiubai has been chasing you for so many years, it's rare to have a sincere heart, so you really don't think about it?"

"Those who didn't have eyes back then also don't have a chance now." Zhou Qiao shook his head, his eyebrows and eyes were full of determination.

Wen Lan disagreed: "I know you have a good impression of Zhuang Xiubai, if there was no Zhao Huan back then, you and him would be a pair of lovers who are more affectionate than Jin Jian now."

"Once the sea was difficult to turn into water." Zhou Qiao's eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice was lonely, "Zhao Huan gave me the best time in seven years, I won't think about other men anymore, even if they are as good as Zhuang Xiubai!"

"Poor Dr. Zhuang!" Wen Lan sincerely fought for Zhuang Xiubai.

Because she searched the circle of friends, she didn't find any unmarried man who could compare with Zhuang Xiubai.

Zhuang Xiubai was born in a medical family, specializing in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases after going abroad, and is now the youngest leader in the domestic medical field.

Zhou Qiao stared at the flickering mobile phone screen and frowned, "If it weren't for the fact that he is my father's attending physician, I would have blocked him a long time ago."

"A high-quality man like Dr. Zhuang is hard to come by, you should weigh it carefully." Wen Lan saw Zhou Qiao's impatience, and persuaded again.

"Stop! Let's talk about the surname Zhuang, friends." Zhou Qiao put the mobile phone screen on the bedside table, "Let's have a good chat, and predict whether by the end of the year, the dividends of the men's haute couture studio can exceed last year——"

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted Zhou Qiao.

The two thought it was a nurse and shouted in unison, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and Zhuang Xiubai walked in.

Zhou Qiao's face sank instantly.