"Jiujiu, why are you here!"
The old man also saw Wen Jiujiu and was even more panicked than Fu Sichen.
Both of them were worried that Wen Jiujiu would think of their two children and be heartbroken. Even five years later, their sadness and regret had never changed.
Wen Jiujiu will definitely be more regretful, more painful, and more regretful than them.
The two of them and the housekeeper looked at Wen Jiujiu worriedly, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable.
Originally, they should have asked Jiujiu to come over to pay homage to the children, but they didn't mention anything just because they were worried that she would feel uncomfortable.
However, she was brought here.
"This damn Li Shen." Fu Sichen said coldly, "I will teach him a lesson."
"Why educate him?"
Wen Jiujiu walked to the side of the brazier. She looked at the things burning in the brazier and also looked at the many clothes beside the brazier.
After taking a few glances, she said, "It would be a pity to burn it."
"How can it be a pity to give it to the children?" The old man's eyes were filled with tears, "If I could, I would like to burn everything I have to them."
"I think it's better to leave these things to other children."
Wen Jiujiu said, "Can I take these things away?"
After all, the children are still alive, so this seems inappropriate and a bit wasteful.
"There is no need to pay tribute to anything. If you are really serious, wouldn't it be better to donate the money to other children in need and do charity?"
Wen Jiujiu said lightly, "The children may not know it, but wouldn't it be better to extend your love to other children?"
"What Jiujiu said makes sense." The old man said hurriedly, "Why don't you put everything away quickly? Just burn the paper things. All other things should be sorted and put away."
The old housekeeper was busy packing things.
Fu Sichen walked beside Wen Jiujiu. He didn't dare to get too close, a little afraid of losing.
"Grandpa, are you okay with your health?"
Wen Jiujiu approached the old man and asked, "Li Shen lied to me that you were sick."
"No, I'm still strong!"
The old man said hurriedly, "That kid lied to you, don't worry. Grandpa, grandpa is more worried about you. Jiujiu, I'm sorry, we paid tribute to the children without your permission... Losing them is our biggest loss."
This is also the thing that makes me most distressed. I know it was all Si Chen's fault back then. You can hit or scold you as you like, and I won't stop you. If he dares to fight back, grandpa will beat him!"
"It's all over." Wen Jiujiu smiled faintly.
"How can it pass? If you bury the game in your heart, it will never pass." The old man sighed.
The grudge in my heart will never change.
Wen Jiujiu nodded lightly.
"You haven't eaten yet, right?" the old man said, "I'll ask the cook to prepare something you like to eat, and let's fill our stomachs first."
"Thank you, grandpa."
Wen Jiujiu then looked at Fu Sichen.
Fu Sichen stood at the door. He seemed a little restless, so when he smoked, his hands seemed to be shaking.
"Why?"
Wen Jiujiu raised his head and asked, "Didn't you say back then that you wished they were all dead? How much of your sincerity was your memorial?"
She knew that the old man really didn't want to let go of the children.
But what about Fu Sichen?
He is somewhat sincere.
Will a father who once said he hated the children she gave birth to and wished they all died suddenly changed?
This chapter has been completed!