Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

S City, Jiang's Hospital.

In a senior ward.

A beautiful woman was lying on the hospital bed, her face was thin, pale and bloodless.

Sitting beside the hospital bed was a slightly heavy-shouldered middle-aged man in his 40s who still maintained a good posture and appearance.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the beautiful woman struggled to open her eyes. The sun pierced her eyes, and she whispered: "Tingchuan..."

Lu Tingchuan was lonely, he gently lifted her up and sat on the bed, and said with red eyes: "Yue'er, you finally woke up? You have slept for a long time this time."

During this time, Wen Shuyue slept for a long time and woke up for a short time.

Wen Shuyue glanced at the room, but saw no one except her husband.

She said weakly: "Ting Chuan, where's Qing Ge?"

Lu Tingchuan was stunned, and roughly grasped his wife's gentle hand, his voice was hoarse: "She, I'm going to find that brat."

After the words fell, Wen Shuyue suddenly coughed.

Lu Tingchuan hurriedly comforted his wife, but the next moment, the blood coughed up by his wife stained his eyes red.

"Yue'er, I'm going to call the doctor now."

Wen Shuyue tried her best to grab her husband's clothes and nearly fell off the bed. She coughed up blood again.

"Shuyue!"

Lu Tingchuan looked flustered and hurriedly supported her.

"Don't... Ting Chuan, I know I'm dying, don't go away..."

"Okay, I won't go."

Wen Shuyue's clothes and bedding were stained with blood, she leaned in her husband's arms, feeling the warmth he brought to her.

Lu Tingchuan gently wiped away the blood stains from the corner of his wife's mouth, with heavy sadness and a trace of hostility intertwined between his brows.

His fingers trembled slightly, and huge waves were rampaging in his chest, because it was an uncontrollable heartache...

"Ting Chuan, why hasn't Yuan'er come back...I miss him so much."

Lu Tingchuan's eyes were heavy, and his voice was choked with sobs: "He will be back soon, Qing Ge will bring him back."

"Tingchuan, I know, I always knew that you wanted your son to follow the path you arranged..." Wen Shuyue's eyes were lax and her face was full of tears, "but...but we forgot that he is a person, he We have our own thoughts, as parents, we should not control and interfere with our children's lives..."

Respecting and caring for children is what parents should do.

Lu Tingchuan pursed his lips and remained silent, naturally understanding what his wife said.

"Tingchuan, my son was too depressed before, he was very unhappy, I know, I have always known." Wen Shuyue clutched the corner of her husband's shirt on his chest, and begged, "Promise me, let my son go on his own. the way..."

"I, I promise you."

After the words fell, Wen Shuyue raised a smile.

At this time, the door of the ward opened from the outside.

Both the husband and wife on the hospital bed looked at the door of the ward.

Almost instantly, the shock in Wen Shuyue's eyes turned into tears of joy, and tears welled up from the tip of her eyes, "Yuan'er, it's my Yuan'er, my son..."

The handsome man stood at the front, followed by a few people.

"Lu Xiong, call the doctor, hurry up!"

Lu Xiong was startled, "Yes, young master."

The girl touched the blood stained on her mother's clothes, her almond eyes widened, "Mom!"

She quickly ran to the hospital bed, her beautiful eyes flushed with tears, and she wept tremblingly.

Wen Shuyue said softly, "Qingge, don't cry, mom is fine."

"Mom, it's all blood...blood..."

While the girl was crying out in astonishment, Bai Zhenlin quickly stepped forward and supported her.

Lu Tingchuan winked at the junior, "Boy Lin, take Qingge out first."

"Yes, Uncle Lu." Bai Zhenlin and Lu Qingge walked out.

Lu Zeyuan slowly approached the hospital bed, his handsome eyes trembled, and his five fingers were tightly clenched.

"Yuan'er." Wen Shuyue reached out to her son.

Lu Zeyuan quickly stepped forward to hold his mother's hand, squatted beside the hospital bed, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really sorry..."

Wen Shuyue stretched her arms and hugged her son who had been away for a long time, "It's good to come back, mom never blamed you, you can find something you like to do, mom is even happy for you."

Lu Zeyuan was extremely remorseful and resented what he had done in his heart. He shouldn't have ignored the affairs of the Lu family, and he didn't know what made his mother sick.

The doctor came and gave Mother Lu a general examination.

The attending doctor frowned slightly, hesitant to speak: "Commander Lu, we... let's go out and talk..."

Wen Shuyue's eyes were red, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Just say it here, I want to know how many days I have to live."

Lu Tingchuan's complexion was not very good.

Wen Shuyue knew that she might have less than half a month to live, so it was impossible to say that she was not afraid.

She doesn't like the hospital, she wants to go home and spend these final days with her family.

Lu Tingchuan disagreed.

But Lu Zeyuan understood his mother's expectations. He asked people to take care of the hospital affairs, so he planned to take his mother home.

Under his father's gaze, he picked up his weak mother on the hospital bed, and walked out of the ward.

Lu Tingchuan's eyes were full of fierceness, he tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest, and scolded: "You bastard, what are you going to do?"

Lu Zeyuan was taught by his father to be a regular meal. His handsome face was gloomy, and he looked directly at him with hostile eyes like a hawk, and his voice sank: "Take my mother home!"

Wen Shuyue made a request to her husband, "I want to go home and spend my last days."

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Go back to Lu's house.

The evening banquets of the military and political top families are as exquisite as usual, with delicious delicacies.

During this period of time, the family of four lived happily.

Lu Zeyuan was by his mother's side almost all the time, and sometimes Lu Qingge couldn't help but run back to the room and cry loudly.

Sometimes when Wen Shuyue is in good spirits, she will make pastries herself.

Two weeks later, just after dinner, she got up and passed out.

Lu Tingchuan's pupils trembled, and he roared loudly: "Li Feng, call the doctor!"

Lu Qingge cried out anxiously, "Mom!"

Lu Zeyuan's handsome eyes trembled, and his mind was in a trance.

Lu Tingchuan carried his wife back to the room.

The father and son kept watch all night, and Wen Shuyue opened his eyes the next morning.

Lu Zeyuan was the first to notice that his mother was awake, "Mom, what do you think?"

"Yuan'er, mom wants to eat the hibiscus cake from that time-honored shop on West Street, can you go and buy it for mom?"

Lu Tingchuan naturally knew that his wife wanted to distract his son, so he didn't interrupt.

Lu Zeyuan paused for a long time before answering: "Okay, my son will go buy it now."

Seeing his son leave, Lu Tingchuan asked with concern, "Yue'er, do you feel unwell?"

"Tingchuan, I want to sit in the backyard."

Lu Tingchuan's eyes were slightly astringent, and his voice was hoarse, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Lu Tingchuan carried his wife to the rocking chair placed under the gazebo in the backyard.

He squatted on one side to accompany quietly.

Wen Shuyue reached out to touch her husband's face, and smiled, "Ting Chuan, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry I can't be with you anymore."

Lu Tingchuan choked up and didn't speak, but held his wife's hand tightly.

The couple then talked a lot.

The warm wind blowing in late summer brought a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the rocking chair swayed in the wind.

Wen Shuyue lay on the rocking chair, her gaze gradually lost, and she left peacefully smelling the fragrance of osmanthus.

Lu Tingchuan grabbed his wife's hand and stroked his own face, his voice was choked with sobs on the verge of collapse, "Yue'er, wake up, please, don't leave me alone..."

Lu Tingchuan couldn't hold back the strong cry any longer. The old man's tears were wet and he couldn't make a sound. He squatted beside the rocking chair for a long time, tightly holding his wife's cold but stiff palm...

When Lu Zeyuan hurried back to Lu's house, he saw his father squatting beside his mother, weeping, and the hibiscus cake he was carrying fell to the ground.