Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1535 Man-made

"Yan Chen..." Grandma called weakly.

Inside the ward, the air seemed to freeze, filled with a depressing and heavy atmosphere.

The ECG monitor emits a regular "beeping" sound, like the countdown of life.

Fu Yanchen sat beside the bed, tightly holding his grandmother's hand which was gradually losing its temperature, his eyes full of worry and concern.

"Grandma, what do you want to say?"

Grandma moved her cracked lips slightly, her voice as weak as a candle in the wind: "Yan Chen... I... want to tell you something."

There was a glint of determination in her eyes, as if she had made some kind of decision.

Fu Yanchen quickly leaned over, put his ear close to his grandmother's mouth, and whispered, "Grandma, say it." His voice was gentle and firm, trying to give his grandmother some strength.

Grandma took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and said slowly: "Actually... my illness is man-made."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying endless grief and indignation.

Fu Yanchen's pupils dilated instantly, and anger burned in his eyes. He frowned tightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "Grandma...what do you mean? Are they...?"

His hands clenched unconsciously, his joints turning white from the force, like an enraged lion ready to explode at any moment.

Grandma smiled bitterly, her smile full of bitterness and helplessness: "Yes..."

"Beast." Fu Yanchen clenched his fists.

"Haha," the old man sneered, his voice revealing endless sadness and helplessness.

He said slowly, "Every night, my good niece's wife would sneak into my room like a ghost while I was asleep. She would gently push open the shabby window, letting the cold night wind roar into the room like a hungry wolf. The wind carried snowflakes, shooting straight at me like sharp arrows, freezing me to the bone. She thought I was asleep, but in fact I was wide awake. Perhaps it was because I was old and hadn't slept, but I knew she was coming every night."

"But, grandma, why don't you expose her?" Fu Yanchen didn't understand.

The old man paused and didn't answer Fu Yanchen's question. He seemed to be recalling the biting cold, and then continued, "I lay in bed, feeling the chill penetrate my body and reach my heart. But I deliberately left the window open, silently enduring it, pretending to know nothing. Just to fulfill her wish."

"Grandma, you...you will make Xiaoxiao sad if you do this."

"I know Xiaoxiao will be sad, and I know she does this for only one reason, which is to hope that I will be struck down by the cold and die this winter so that she has a reason to ask Xiaoxiao for money. She thinks that as long as I die, she will get everything she wants. Xiaoxiao and you are both soft-hearted people and will satisfy her unreasonable demands."

Grandma's voice became weaker and weaker, but every word she spoke was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Yanchen's heart hard.

"My nephew's wife is a completely bad woman! What she did is truly outrageous! But then again, my nephew isn't completely bad. I know... he feels wronged. He feels that he has been supporting me for so many years, and I have always been with him, which has implicated him. Since I have a son, daughter, and granddaughter, and they are all living well in Rizhao, he feels a little unbalanced. He used to be a member of the royal family, and being implicated by his own parents... I guess he just wants some compensation."

"But... he shouldn't have set his sights on Xiaoxiao. This kind of compensation absolutely shouldn't be borne by Xiaoxiao! Xiaoxiao is such an innocent person. She shouldn't be involved in such a thing. This niece's wife is really too much. How can she impose her own selfish desires on Xiaoxiao?"

As grandma spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. Those tears were filled with anger towards her nephew's wife and guilt towards Xu Xiaoxiao.

"Grandma, why are you doing this? Why do you have to go back to them? It's not like we can't support you..."

Before Fu Yanchen finished speaking, his grandmother interrupted him, "Yanchen, I don't want to implicate you. This is my own decision and has nothing to do with you. As for Charles, I have a clear conscience. Everything I have done is worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, so... there is no need for you to feel guilty. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Although grandma's voice was not loud, it was full of strength and determination.

There was a hint of determination in her eyes, as if telling Fu Yanchen that she had done nothing wrong.

"I've reached an age where I feel like my life has come to an end. Looking back, I'm filled with endless regret and remorse."

"Every day, I can't help but think of those days. If I could turn back time, I really wish I hadn't left my children. Then, perhaps I wouldn't have missed the chance to see my son for the last time, and I wouldn't have been so painful and self-blaming when he passed away."

"Whenever it's late at night and everyone is asleep, these thoughts flood my mind like a tide, making it hard for me to fall asleep. I often lie in bed, crying silently, recalling every moment I spent with my children. Those warm times have now become the most precious memories in my heart, and a regret that I can never make up for."

Grandma's voice became lower and lower, as if she was lost in deep memories, memories filled with pain, regret, and endless longing.

"Yan Chen, I'm so tired of living. I feel guilty even in my dreams..." A tear slipped from the corner of grandma's eye, slowly flowed down her old cheek, and wet the pillow.

Tears welled up in Fu Yanchen's eyes. He held his grandmother's hand tightly and said in a choked voice, "Grandma, don't say that. You will definitely get better. We still have to watch Xiaoxiao's baby being born and enjoy the joy of family together."

His heart was filled with anger and sorrow, anger at what Charles and Wen Kerou had done, and sorrow at the suffering his grandmother had endured.

"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you and make those who hurt you pay the price."

There was a determined light in Fu Yanchen's eyes, as if he was making a solemn promise to his grandmother.

Grandma shook her head slightly and smiled weakly: "Yanchen, grandma just hopes that you and Xiaoxiao can be safe and sound, nothing else matters."

Her voice became weaker and weaker, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Fu Yanchen nodded vigorously and said, "Grandma, I know. I will protect Xiaoxiao and take good care of myself. You have to get better soon." His tears kept flowing, wetting his clothes.

Inside the ward, the already oppressive atmosphere became even more intense, as if an invisible pair of hands were tightly gripping everyone's throat.

Fu Yanchen stayed by his grandmother's bedside, his eyes fixed on her pale face. Every slight change tugged at his heart.

Grandma's voice, originally weak but with a hint of hope, suddenly interrupted, "Okay, okay, if I am out of danger this time, I will go back with you..."

The unfinished words seemed to be ruthlessly cut off by the giant hand of fate.

Immediately afterwards, the old lady's breathing became rapid. Every breath seemed to use up all her strength. Her chest heaved violently, as if a broken bellows was operating with difficulty.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she could no longer utter a complete syllable. Her eyes, which were once full of kindness and wisdom, now became a little blurred.

Fu Yanchen's heart instantly rose to his throat. He felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

"Grandma! Grandma!"

He shouted anxiously, with a hint of crying in his voice.

Seeing that grandma didn't respond, he turned around and rushed out like a frightened deer, shouting as he ran: "Doctor, doctor, go and have a look!"

The voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying endless fear and urgency.

After a while, the doctor walked into the intensive care unit with a serious expression.

His steps were hurried, yet steady, as if telling everyone that he had the ability to control the situation.

At this moment, although the old lady's breathing was slightly stable compared to before, her overall condition was still not optimistic.

Her face was as pale as paper, completely devoid of any color, as if the vitality of life was slowly draining from her.

The eyes that should have been full of life were now closed, lifeless, as if all the strength had been drained away, appearing extremely weak.

Her body lay limp on the hospital bed, without a trace of life or energy.

His frail body seemed unable to bear any weight, as if it would fall apart with the slightest movement.

Her limbs stretched out weakly, without the strength to move even a little bit. She seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and had completely lost control of her body.

The doctor walked gently to the bedside, bent down, his eyes focused and gentle.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then spoke carefully, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Old lady, can you hear me?"

There was a hint of expectation in the doctor's tone, as if he was groping in the darkness for a ray of light.

Although the sentence was short, it was full of concern and tenderness.

His voice was like a warm current, slowly flowing into the old lady's ears, making her want to respond to his questions.

Fu Yanchen stood aside, staring at the doctor and grandma, not daring to breathe.

His hands were tightly clenched on the corners of his clothes, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

All kinds of terrible thoughts kept emerging in his mind, and each thought was like a sharp knife, cutting wounds in his heart.

The old lady moved her eyelids slightly, as if she wanted to open her eyes, but she was unable to do so.

Her lips moved and an extremely faint sound came out, as if coming from a distant place and was almost inaudible.

The doctor quickly moved closer, put his ear to the old lady's mouth, and tried hard to distinguish the faint sound.

Fu Yanchen's heart beat faster, his eyes were full of anticipation and worry, as if he was waiting for a judgment concerning life and death.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second seemed to be extremely long.

The doctor slowly straightened up, a complex expression on his face, showing worry about the old lady's condition, but also a hint of imperceptible relief.

"The situation is now slightly more stable, but it is still very dangerous."

The doctor's voice was low and serious. "The old lady is too weak. She needs to be closely monitored in the future."

After hearing what the doctor said, Fu Yanchen felt the heavy stone in his heart did not fall, but became heavier.

He looked at his grandmother, his eyes full of heartache and determination: "Grandma, you must hold on. We still have a lot of things to do together."

Although the voice was soft, it was full of power, as if injecting hope of life into grandma.

At this moment, the corridor outside the ICU was still filled with a tense atmosphere, as if foreshadowing that this battle with death was far from over.

In the intensive care unit, the lights were still dim and solemn, like a veil covering this world where people were wrestling with death.

The doctor saw that the old lady's breathing had become calmer, her tense shoulders sank slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief. That breath seemed to come from the deepest part of her heart, carrying a sense of relief.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes gentle and encouraging, and said softly: "Old lady, please don't get excited. Keep calm."

The old lady was lying on the hospital bed, so thin that she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Her face was like an old piece of paper wrinkled by time and stained with illness, pale with a sallow tint.

When she heard the doctor's words, a complex emotion flashed across her already cloudy eyes, including a desire for life and helplessness towards the fickleness of fate.

She slowly moved her cracked lips, her voice hoarse as if a rusty gear was turning with difficulty, and asked, "Doctor, tell me the truth... Have I already..."

Every word seemed to be spoken with all the strength in the body, with a determination to face life and death.

Fu Yanchen stood aside, his heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being grasped by an invisible hand.

His eyes turned red instantly and tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

He held his grandmother's hands tightly. Her hands were cold and fragile, as if they would disappear if he let go.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he could only use a tighter handshake to convey his strength and reluctance.

The doctor was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the old lady to ask so directly.

A hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but he quickly regained his determination.

He gently sat down on the chair beside the bed, leaning forward slightly to meet the old lady's gaze. His tone was sincere and gentle: "Old lady, it's too early to say this now. Although your body is weak, as long as your will to live is strong. Maintain an optimistic attitude and actively cooperate with the treatment, there is hope for recovery."

The old lady shook her head slightly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. That smile hid too many stories and helplessness.

"Doctor, please stop comforting me. I know exactly how I'm doing. I've been through so much over the years and have seen through life and death. I just don't want to leave with any regrets. I want to say everything I need to say and do everything I need to do before I go."

Her voice became lower and lower, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Fu Yanchen couldn't hold back his tears and choked up, saying, "Grandma, don't say that. You will definitely get better. You still have to see Xiaoxiao's baby being born and hold your great-grandson."

The old lady's eyes were full of love: "Yan Chen, grandma knows you are filial. But life and death are determined by fate. Grandma is not afraid of death, but she is worried about you. You must take good care of each other and don't let grandma worry over there, Xiaoxiao..."

Her hands were very thin, but they carried a warm power, as if conveying her final care to Fu Yanchen.

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