My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again-Chapter 1083: Homeland Seized, Child Stolen (3)

Qiao Qiao nodded and sat down by the hospital bed, quietly saying to Su Hongxing, "If you want to cry, go ahead and cry. It might make you feel better."

Su Hongxing stared blankly at Qiao Qiao, her lips pale as paper, her complexion an unhealthy shade of green.

"Your grandmother is bringing Little Pudding to the hospital right now, and soon you’ll be able to see Little Pudding," continued Qiao Qiao.

Perhaps with the lovely company of Little Pudding, Su Hongxing could regain her usual cheerful smile.

Upon hearing the name Little Pudding, a glimmer of light flashed in Su Hongxing’s eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.

Qiao Qiao leaned closer to Su Hongxing and added, "Do you want to see your son? That little guy will be here soon too. He’s really handsome, inheriting the best features of you and Ye Qilan..."

She deliberately mentioned Ye Qilan’s name to gauge Su Hongxing’s reaction.

As soon as Su Hongxing heard Ye Qilan’s name, her expression finally changed. She looked intently at Qiao Qiao, "Where is Ye Qilan?"

"He’s dead. Do you know how long you’ve slept? A whole month! Even if you’re reluctant to face reality, Ye Qilan is already dead," Qiao Qiao said gravely.

Su Hongxing paused, "I remember... he was right in front of me..."

No, that was an illusion; Ye Qilan couldn’t be dead, that was impossible.

"Qiao Qiao, I’m asking you, where is he?"

Qiao Qiao was startled by her words, thinking that Su Hongxing was still in denial about Ye Qilan’s death.

Where was Ye Qilan? He must have been buried, right?

But it seemed no one had told her about Ye Qilan’s burial, nor had she attended his funeral.

That’s right, why did this seem so strange upon reflection?

"He should have been buried," said Qiao Qiao, though not very confidently.

"What do you mean ’should have’? I clearly remember someone was about to take him away, and I didn’t want them to, and then, then..." Su Hongxing’s eyebrows cast a shadow.

She was useless, not only dragging down Ye Qilan but even failing to protect his body. Ye Qilan must have been taken away by Cao Shiyu.

"Su, don’t worry, wait until Age and Director Fu arrive, you can ask them. They’ll be here with the children soon, just wait a little," Qiao Qiao said, afraid that Su Hongxing’s emotions would become too agitated.

Having lain in bed for a month, Su Hongxing was extremely weak.

With this in mind, Qiao Qiao added, "Have some soup first. Once you’ve recovered your strength, you can do other things."

Su Hongxing nodded. She knew she had much to do; she had to see that Liu Yuan and Cao Shiyu, the murderers, were brought to justice, and she had to take care of the two children. With so much to do, how could she be rendered helpless?

But every time she thought of Ye Qilan, her heart ached. She couldn’t do anything, just helplessly watched as he...

"Qiao Qiao, I’m really useless. I was his downfall. He knew that going there was like a lamb to the slaughter, but he went anyway..." Su Hongxing murmured to herself, pulling at her hair in agony.

Qiao Qiao stepped forward and held Su Hongxing’s frail body. After a month in bed and inadequate nourishment, her body was to be pitied, nothing but skin and bones when touched.

"It’s not your fault. They wanted Ye Qilan’s life all along, even without you, they would have found a way to kill him."

"You don’t understand, without me, no one could touch Ye Qilan," Su Hongxing shook her head. She knew that man all too well; before he met her, his heart had been as tough as iron. If she hadn’t been a burden, who could have harmed Ye Qilan?