In fact, An Jingxing knew nothing about his mother's inner thoughts. Although they had lived together for more than ten years, their mother and daughter's life was so simple that it was hardly worth mentioning...
In her memory, the image of her mother remains the same.
But she felt that there was no resentment in such a mother.
How can a person who is always smiling have resentment in his heart?
This is how she feels.
Although my mother is crazy, she is still full of love.
Rather than saying that she thinks so, it is better to say that she would rather believe it.
"So, Uncle Lin, if you really feel guilty for your actions, just live well, bear the guilt in your heart, and then enjoy everything for your mother that she has no chance to enjoy. And
, I know you have given me many, many valuable things, but these things do not belong to me. I will ask Secretary Chen to return them properly. Uncle Lin, if you just give up on yourself and die...you will lose everything.
There is nothing you can do to make up for it. Since there is still a possibility of survival, why not seize it? If my mother was normal back then, I think she would never give up her last glimmer of hope before she died. She would definitely
You don’t want to leave me to die alone.”
The expression on An Jingxing's face was very calm when she spoke, and she seemed to have no emotions, but the slight tremor in her voice revealed all her emotions.
In fact, the emotions in her heart were fluctuating violently. Lin Wensheng's dying state reminded her of her mother's death. It reminded her of the days when her mother was dying. At that time, her mother was getting thinner. How she wished her mother could survive.
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Although Lin Wensheng is not her real father, in the past few days, she has truly regarded him as her biological father, so she would think of her mother when she saw him at this time...
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"If Uncle Lin really wants to treat me like your biological daughter, how can you be willing to leave me and give up treatment like this? Or is this just a pretense of guilt and self-blame? I don't know what you are, Uncle Lin.
What do you think? I only know that in the past few days, I really regarded Uncle Lin as my father, but what you did really made me sad."
An Jingxing said everything he wanted to say from the bottom of his heart in one breath. An Jingxing felt extremely relaxed, but the calmness and ruthlessness he pretended to have on his face began to crack a little bit. Tears filled his eyes, and his voice trembled a little bit.
She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent her emotions from exploding at this moment.
When Lin Wensheng, who was sitting on the hospital bed, saw all this... he was deeply shocked in his heart.
An Jingxing was right. Although he said he was very righteous, what he did was indeed quite irresponsible in An Jingxing's eyes. He was indeed as rich as the enemy, but he was not
Everyone likes money.
At least in An Jingxing's eyes, money does not mean everything. Even if Tang Qianrong is now dead, the couple will never use money to measure anything.
"That's all I've said. You can decide what to do next, Uncle Lin. Also...Secretary Chen is really worried about you. Uncle Lin, you are not just living for my mother. Over the years, you have also
Your own life."
An Jingxing finished his last sentence, then stood up and walked out of the ward.
Lin Wensheng was left alone looking at the snow-white sheets and quilts, dumbfounded and speechless.
There were voices outside the ward, and it was quiet for a while before he heard someone pushing the door open. Even without raising his head, Lin Wensheng knew who the person was.
In fact, he already knew Secretary Chen's identity. Why he pretended not to know was because he had never taken that woman or Secretary Chen seriously. That woman plotted against him back then, which was something he was very disgusted with, and she even secretly got into it.
To be honest, before that, Lin Wensheng only had disgust and hatred for that woman.
But when he was actually lying on the hospital bed and heard what An Jingxing just said, Secretary Chen is very worried about you, Lin Wensheng felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
For so many years, he has been wondering why this child came to him, is it because of money, or because of power? He remained calm, just wanting to see what tricks he was going to use...
But he didn't do anything, he just stayed by his side quietly, doing what he was supposed to do responsibly. Now even Lin Wensheng couldn't figure out what he was going to do.
Later, as time passed, Lin Wensheng gradually forgot the true identity of Secretary Chen, and gradually felt that he might just be an ordinary person who came to work next to him. However, after all, he was related by blood. Sometimes when he had a lot of work, he would
Remember to tell me that if you occasionally celebrate the New Year or holidays, you will be given more bonuses.
In Lin Wensheng's eyes, this is not a reflection of the love between father and son. It is just a little benefit that his blood relationship brings to Secretary Chen.
"Mr. Lin, foreign experts have been contacted, and the operation can be performed as soon as tonight... Look, what are the arrangements?" Although Secretary Chen's feelings had gone through great ups and downs just outside the ward, but
After this period of adjustment, he had completely calmed down. His expression with his head lowered was no different from usual, and his tone was calm, just like a conscientious secretary.
Lin Wensheng had just listened to what An Jingxing said, and for some reason he suddenly thought of this son who had been by his side for so many years, but neither of them had broken through the window paper.
He was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he sighed quietly and said: "After all these years...do you blame me?"
Secretary Chen was startled by Lin Wensheng's words and frowned slightly, but he didn't know how to answer. After thinking seriously for a while, he shook his head vigorously.
"I don't blame you. I just have your blood in my body and I am not worthy to be your son. I just admire you and want to be your subordinate by your side."
Secretary Chen said it sincerely, but Lin Wensheng had a somewhat sarcastic expression on his face. Over the years, they had never brought this matter up on the table, because he had always been convinced that Secretary Chen was treating him.
There is hatred, he is obviously his son, but he left nothing to him, but left everything to An Jingxing.
How could he feel at ease? So when Lin Wensheng handed all the things to An Jingxing, he did not leave it to Secretary Chen alone, but also ordered many people to follow and monitor him.
