Chapter 578 - Brokenhearted (1/2)
”Alright. Granny's not going to cry. Rainy shouldn't cry, too.” Song Wan sympathetically wiped off Rainy's tears. This child forgot about everything that had happened, and she had also forgotten about her—this grandma's—wrongdoings altogether. Otherwise, how could she have been able to approach this child? However, if the reason behind her approaching the child had been forgotten as well, she'd rather the child have remembered everything.
Chu Jiang lifted his hand and placed it on his wife's shoulder, silently consoling her. Then, he picked up Rainy from the floor again, wanting to carry her for a little longer. Ever since her accident, he had never gotten to carry her properly; and perhaps, this was also the last time he would get to do so.
She was going to leave them.
”Remember Granny's words and be good. Granny and Grandpa will miss you very much. Remember not to forget us.” Chu Jiang hugged the little figure tighter in his arms. He really couldn't bear to let go. It was just that the plane was about to take-off, and she needed to leave this place as well. Her parents were still waiting for her. All this time right now, they actually fought for it.
It was just that she was clearly their granddaughter, and yet they couldn't even hug her freely and stay by her side as they wished. They had mistreated her and mistreated her mother. Therefore, they could only watch as she left, with no way to hold her back.
Song Wan stood up and sat on the resting bench with Chu Jiang. Both of them watched Rainy in silence. With every minute and every second that passed, their hearts started to become heavier and more repressed.
At that moment, inside the Chu Enterprise office building, the eighteenth floor CEO's workroom was abnormally silent. The 'sha-sha' sound of pen on paper could be heard inside from time to time. Du Jingtang kept checking the watch on his wrist, so anxious that cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
”Cousin, why are you still sitting here? How can you bring yourself to keep your butt still? Today's the day they're leaving—your daughter's leaving for England!” Du Jingtang couldn't help but shout. He threw away the doc.u.ments in his hand. This stupid doc.u.ment, he wasn't going to look at it anymore. He was going to go see the little cutie. Just by thinking about how he wouldn't be able to hug her and see her in the future, he felt unbelievable anguish.
Chu Lui flipped over the doc.u.ment in his hand and then seriously signed his name down on the paper. Actually, Du Jingtang was wrong. He was actually not composed right now. One could feel it from his trembling fingers. Even his usually smooth and elegant signature had become slightly crooked now.
”It's not like we can stop her from leaving even if we go. If I don't go, perhaps she could leave a little more naturally.” Chu Lui slightly hoarse voice spoke. It was not that he didn't want to go; it was just that he couldn't. She probably didn't wish to see him, and she most likely didn't need him to send her off as well. Wasn't that great?
”Cousin, is there any way to stop her from leaving?” Du Jingtang sulked. He was always thinking about this possibility; was there any way? Was there? Was there actually?
He really couldn't bear to part with the little cutie, and he simply refused to believe that his cousin could bear to part with her. He almost lost his life trying to save the little cutie. Was he really just so willing to let his own daughter leave him like that? To go call another man 'Daddy'? Become another man's daughter? Moreover, that woman that he loved the most… was he willing to just let her become another man's wife?
This wasn't him; this wasn't Chu Lui.
”There is,” Chu Lui said. He put down the pen in his hand. Xia Ruoxin was a softhearted woman. He had at least ten ways to stop her from leaving.
”Then, why aren't you using it?” Du Jingtang reached out his hand and forcefully scratched at the wall. He couldn't help but think: was his cousin's brain damaged from the fever last time? Was his brain so fried that he didn't know what he wanted anymore?
”If I use it, how long can I even keep them here for? One day, two days, or a month? Perhaps a year. Is there any point in that? As long as she wants to leave, she will still leave one day.”