This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 388 I found her and brought her!

  On the second floor, Yan Shiqi accompanied the man through the promenade, all the way to the door of the corner.

  In the quiet corridor, there is a faintly disturbing silence.

  A door is separated, there are two heavens of life and death.

  Qin Baiyu held Yan Shiqi with one hand, and when he slowly opened the door, a smell of medicine wafted out of the dimly lit room.

  The furnishings in the room are very simple. There is a double bed and an original wooden table. On the bed lies the dying old man, and on the low stool beside the bed sits a middle-aged person who is about 50 years old.

   "Fourth Master, you are back!" He is Mo Guihai, the son of Uncle Mo, and the housekeeper of Qin's house today.

  The moment his silent eyebrows saw the man, there was a flash of light.

   Then he looked at the old man on the bed again, and said in a sour tone: "Father has been waiting for you, I will go out first."

  Before Mo Guihai left, he walked to Yan Shiqi's side and nodded slightly at her, looking very respectful.

  Yan Shiqi smiled back, and outside the door that was gradually closed behind him, Mo Guihai's tears stained his eyes with grief.

  The biggest regret in my father’s life may be that I couldn’t find the little girl who saved the Fourth Young Master back then. Thank you.

  Qin Baiyu walked to the hospital bed, took a seat and called out softly, "Uncle Mo..."

  Yan Shiqi stood behind him, looking at the old man with sunken cheeks. The pain and torment seemed to have consumed all his anger. He lay there, angered.

   Hearing the sound, Uncle Mo opened his eyelids very laboriously, blinking, and it took him a long time to see that the person sitting in front of the bed was the Fourth Young Master he had been thinking about.

  "Four, four little..."

  His voice was weak and almost inaudible, only those turbid and vicissitudes of eyes, watching the man gradually gather light from a distance.

   "Uncle Mo, it's me."

  The man’s voice was very heavy, and his Adam’s apple slid up and down, causing a forbearing hoarseness.

  Yan Shiqi stopped to watch this scene, a little bit unbearable not to open his eyes.

  She feels so sorry for such a fourth brother.

  Uncle Mo raised his hand tremblingly, wriggling the corners of his lips, trying to speak but unable to do so.

  The man took his dry palm and leaned forward next to his cheek, his face strained but patiently listened to his words.

  Yan Shiqi did not come near to disturb him, but stood quietly beside him, her eyes filled with water, focused on the man's cheeks again.

   Then, she heard the man in a dumb tone, saying: "Uncle Mo, I found her and brought her."

   With just such a sentence, Yan Shiqi's heart was severely hurt.

  The old man who died soon, before his death, he was still wondering whether the four young men had found the little girl.

  This kind of strong emotion is something that Yan Shiqi has never experienced in her past life.

   Tears were in her eyes. Seeing the man spread her palms to her, she blinked and moved over, walked to the bed to the old man, and said softly: "Uncle Mo."

  She pursed her lips, and added: "Back then, I called you..."

  Uncle Mo seemed very pleased. His dark eyes looked at Yan Shiqi slowly and firmly. There were tears in the corners of his eyes and the corners of his lips were squirming. Although there was no sound, Yan Shiqi still read the two words, thank you.

  Thank you for saving the Fourth Master, thank you for the call fourteen years ago, and thank you and Fourth Master for finally getting together.

  Please love him, the Fourth Master is too bitter.

  ……

  That afternoon, it started to rain in the sky. At 4:35, Mo Shu closed his eyes and passed away.

  The entire Qin family was immersed in a solemn and sad mood.

  This dedicated old man burned his life for the Qin family.

  (End of this chapter)