After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me - Chapter 68

Xie Ning’s words were jumbled and incoherent. He only repeated over and over again that he wanted to leave immediately.

It took Zhuang Yan a while to figure out what happened.

Father Xie was over eighty years old. He was prone to various problems with his body and his immunity had also declined. On the surface, he had no serious illness as he rarely went to the hospital, but his body had collapsed.

It was like a tree that looked sturdy and robust but had actually begun to rot from the roots.

At this stage, only one fuse was needed, and the big tree would fall suddenly.

For example, a common fall.

The elderly are most afraid of falling.

Zhuang Yan remembered that when he was a child, an old lady who lived next door was very kind and looked very energetic. She planted some vegetables in the family yard and worked a few times in the field.

Occasionally she would see Zhuang Yan and give him a few vegetables, saying that the things outside were not as clean and delicious as the ones she had grown.

Zhuang Yan still felt it was a little unbelievable when the old lady died. He obviously saw her from a distance yesterday watering the plants slowly.

He heard that it was very sudden death. She simply didn’t pay attention when she got out of the car, fell, and became unconscious.

She never woke up ever since.

Zhuang Yan understood Xie Ning’s concerns, picked him up, placed him on a chair, and poured him a glass of warm water.

Seeing that Xie Ning’s mood seemed to stabilize, Zhuang Yan used his mobile phone to call Uncle Zhong and asked about the current situation of Elder Xie.

After hanging up the phone, he turned his head to see Xie Ning holding a water glass and staring at him quietly.

His eyes were clean and empty as if he felt nothing.

Zhuang Yan whispered, “Grandpa is fine.”

Xie Ning’s eyelashes twitched.

At this time, Xie Ning completely ignored the “Grandfather” Zhuang Yan had said.

His focus was only on the latter two words.

Strangely, when Zhuang Yan said this, he believed it without thinking.

“You must have not heard it clearly just now.” Zhuang Yan held his hand. Xie Ning’s hand was not cold and because he had just held the glass of water, it even had some residual warmth. “Uncle Zhong made it clear to me that the old man just hasn’t awakened yet, but is already out of danger.”

Xie Ning regained a little ability to think.

“He’s out of danger?” He grasped Zhuang Yan’s hand tightly, a bit stronger, but Zhuang Yan’s expression remained the same.

He slowly calmed Xie Ning and said, “Out of danger.”

After a breath of relief, Xie Ning leaned back on the chair.

He took a sip of water slowly, his hands trembling slightly. The water shook out a little, and wet his collar.

“I want to go back.” Xie Ning said again.

“Okay.” Zhuang Yan replied, patting his back and soothing his emotions, “But it’s too late today.”

Xie Ning rolled his eyes and looked at him.

Zhuang Yan insisted. “It’s too late right now. Even if you count the amount of time it takes to go to the airport, you still have to wait for the earliest flight tomorrow. Have a good rest today and sleep. I’ll book you a flight ticket for tomorrow and take you there.”

“Will it be too late?” Xie Ning asked.

Zhuang Yan quickly understood what he meant and shook his head. “No.”

His voice was low and soft, and there was a force in it that made Xie Ning feel at ease. “The old man is just too tired and needs a little more rest.”

Xie Ning nodded.

“You too.” Zhuang Yan said, “You also need a good rest today.”

Xie Ning said: “I’m fine…”

Zhuang Yan looked down at him: “Can you even stand up?”

Xie Ning: “…”

Although Zhuang Yan forced him to sleep well, Xie Ning still suffered from insomnia.

He was resting on Zhuang Yan’s shoulders, the distance between the two was a little too close as if he could kiss Zhuang Yan’s chin as soon as he raised his head.

It was late at night, and it seemed to be raining outside. Xie Ning could vaguely hear the sound of water droplets hitting the window.

Zhuang Yan closed his eyes, Xie Ning didn’t know if he was asleep, and he was held in his arms honestly, not daring to move.

When he first received the call from Uncle Zhong, Xie Ning’s mind went blank, he seemed to be suddenly surrounded by voices and could not hear anything.

The surroundings were quiet at this moment, but his mind kept racing.

He suddenly couldn’t control his emotions, his eyes filled with tears little by little.

Tears slowly fell, and he didn’t even know why he was crying.

He thought that if Zhuang Yan was not there, he would be very lost at that time.

He would be messed up, and he would not get up when he fell to the ground. After he finally got up, he would rush out regardless.

He would have been stuck waiting in the cold wind for a long time before he remembered that he had to book a ticket, then he would take a taxi to the airport, and wait there all night.

Maybe he would have been soaked by the rain, and before he could see his grandpa, he would fall down first.

Only then did he realize that he had been living very poorly for so many years. He would not take care of himself, but he thought he was doing well, regardless of all the wind and waves that could crush him.

It was no wonder that Yan Xi is always worried about him, occasionally hesitating to say something to him, but in the end, not saying anything at all.

A sigh sounded over his head, and then a pair of generous palms fell and wiped the tears from his face.

“Don’t cry.” Zhuang Yan’s voice was soft, with a bit of unnoticeable annoyance, as if he was annoyed that he had found out too late.

He said, “I’ll be by your side no matter what.”

Xie Ning didn’t speak but suddenly hugged him tightly. For a long time, he could only respond with a dry and low hum.

But even with Zhuang Yan by his side, Xie Ning still slept very badly that night. He woke up from his sleep tossing and turning before falling into darkness again.

Repeatedly switching from half-dreaming and half-awake. It wasn’t until the latter half of the night did he really didn’t sleep peacefully.

He seemed to dream of Elder Xie and some past events.

At that time, he had just passed his eighteenth birthday. The coming-of-age ceremony had a different meaning to most people. After that day passed, it meant that you were a completely independent adult who is separated from the care of your guardian.

Xie Ning was taken to the compound that day, and it was Uncle Zhong and the smiling Elder Xie who greeted him.

He raised his head and looked at the grandfather he hadn’t seen for a long time. The Elder Xie didn’t seem to be much different from now, as if he hadn’t grown old.

Or maybe it was because an old person was always the same, after all, no one would be bothered to count whether there was another wrinkle on his face.

Elder Xie held him in his arms as if facing a lost baby: “Happy 18th birthday to my Ningning.”

Xie Ning couldn’t remember his mood at the time, but he remembered that he calmly said, “Thank you.”

Father Xie was not dissatisfied with his indifference, smiled, and gave him his coming-of-age gift.

What shocked Xie Ning was that in addition to the villa, Mr. Xie also gave him a document. He looked down at the words on the cover, and a surprised expression flashed across his face.

It was a share transfer agreement.

Father Xie said: “I hope you can be happy and free forever, without being bound by the past, without suffering and disasters, and without worrying about money. When you are an adult, I wish you to be free and unfettered. I hope you can control your future by yourself. Arrange your own destiny and choose what kind of life you want to live.”

He said: “From now on, no one can make decisions for you. No one. You are already an independent person, but at the same time, I also hope that your future is smooth and bright. It’s okay to take a step back and experience more joyful things.”

Xie Ning listened to him carefully and patiently. Somehow, his nose was sore and his chest was filled with something aching.

He thought that his emotions were like nonexistent waves, and he could no longer perceive any emotions, but at that moment, his heart was still moved.

Later, he slowly understood that the aching was probably because of the warmth of his family.

Very light, but fortunately, he still felt it.

…

When he woke up the next day, Xie Ning’s mood had stabilized a lot.

It was probably not just him who hadn’t slept well by last night, as Zhuang Yan’s complexion was also not very good, Xie Ning could find a hint of a faint purple-blue under his eyes.

After breakfast, Zhuang Yan insisted on sending him to the airport.

Zhuang Yan arranged the luggage for him temporarily last night. He didn’t pack much. In fact, Xie Ning had nothing to bring, except for his mobile phone.

Zhuang Yan wanted to go back with him, but he couldn’t.

At least not today.

There were still so many people in the crew and so many things he needed to do. It was not possible for him to take a day or two to go back. He had to arrange it at least a few days in advance.

Fortunately, after one night, Xie Ning seemed to have returned to normal. His worries were a little less, but they still did not disappear.

“Call me when you get off the plane,” he exhorted.

Xie Ning came back to his senses and hesitated: “Will it bother you?”

Zhuang Yan thought for a while and then said, “You can send a text message then. Make sure you don’t forget.”

Xie Ning: “Okay.”

Zhuang Yan: “I have contacted Uncle Zhong. He will arrange for someone to pick you up at the airport. Remember to read the license plate number clearly and don’t get in the wrong car.”

Xie Ning: “I’m not so easily fooled.”

Zhuang Yan didn’t speak for a moment and then said: “When you arrive at the hospital, remember to send me a text message. You must eat three meals a day on time. Don’t forget.”

Xie Ning nodded slowly.

When he was about to get on the plane, Zhuang Yan let go of his hand.

Xie Ning’s mood changed. It was as if he had been floating in the air and would soon suddenly fall down.

The next second, Zhuang Yan leaned over and hugged him deeply.

“Don’t worry.” Zhuang Yan’s voice was as steady and reliable as ever, “Grandpa will get better.”

Xie Ning’s heart fell to the ground.

Then he heard Zhuang Yan say: “So you have to be well.”

At the final farewell, Zhuang Yan couldn’t help but hold him again.

Xie Ning turned around suspiciously and looked at him: “Is there anything else?”

Zhuang Yan took a moment, grabbed his hand, pulled him into his arms, and gave him a generous hug.

There were a lot of people around, but he lowered his head recklessly and placed a reluctant kiss on Xie Ning’s lips.

After a long time, Xie Ning could only dumbly say: “Wait for me.”

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