Chapter 1377: Life is Unpredictable, Worldly Affairs are Fickle

Black Widow left, and before leaving, she didn't even look at the child once.

Shi Yuan had been sent away to be raised by others since birth, so she didn't have much affection for her own biological son; as far as she was concerned, finding a good home for her son was fulfilling her responsibility.

The rice was cooked and the dishes were fragrant; Ma Ling'er busied herself getting everyone to take their seats.

At this moment, Jian Yining received a call from his father, and his expression changed instantly!

"Hurry, let's go, something has happened to Mom." He grabbed his sister's hand and ran outside.

To be this urgent, it must be something major!

Thus, no one had the mood to eat, and they all followed him out together.

Several cars drove near the Jian Family home, and everyone's hearts sank in unison!

Parked at the main entrance were two vehicles: an ambulance and a hearse.

"Mom, Mom—"

Jian Yixin jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, stumbling as she ran toward the house.

Everyone followed, getting out of their cars and running over; before they even reached the main entrance, they heard Jian Yixin's heart-wrenching cry from inside: "Mom!"

"Mom, please don't go, please don't go, no, I can't accept this!"

Jian Yining and Wan'er were running in the lead; they had just entered the main gate when Jian Yixin fainted.

She had fainted from excessive grief.

Lady Jian had passed away, just before the ambulance arrived.

That morning, Jian Xiansheng had gone fishing; before he left, his wife had been perfectly fine, and the old couple had even discussed how they should eat the fish he caught today.

They finally decided: the large ones steamed, the medium ones braised in soy sauce, and the small ones deep-fried.

After cooking them, they would send them to their granddaughters, as their son and daughter-in-law were eating out today, and the little ones didn't have dinner plans after school.

When people get old, they easily worry about the next generation; they want to give them anything good they have.

Jian Xiansheng's luck wasn't very good today; usually, by nearly noon, he would have at least five or six fish.

Today, however, he didn't have a single one; he felt a bit anxious—what was going on?

If it was still like this in the afternoon, what good food should he make for his granddaughters?

Just at this moment, his wife called him, saying her heart didn't feel very comfortable and asking him to come home.

His wife's voice on the phone was weak; he asked her if she had taken her medicine.

Had she called a doctor?

But he received no answer.

Jian Xiansheng rushed home; the servant had just returned from buying groceries and was busy in the kitchen.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw his wife lying on the bed with a deathly pale complexion; a small medicine bottle was rolling on the floor, and white pills were scattered everywhere.

He hurriedly performed a simple examination on his wife, lifted her eyelids, and saw that her pupils had dilated; Jian Xiansheng knew his wife could not be saved, and tears streamed down his face.

As someone who understood medicine, he knew the outcome.

But as her husband, he could not accept such an outcome!

Thus, Jian Xiansheng's first call was not to his son, but to the emergency center of his own hospital, telling them to send the best doctors immediately.

The doctors arrived quickly, but they were unable to reverse the situation.

The children also rushed back, and only sorrowful cries remained!

At Lady Jian's funeral, Jian Yixin fainted from crying several times; when her mother was alive, she hadn't felt anything special, even thinking her concern was a bit annoying and too naggy.

But now that her mother was gone and the nagging had stopped, she began to miss that feeling immensely.

Jian Yixin didn't eat or drink a thing for an entire day, no matter what anyone said; in the end, her husband pushed their son forward.

With his grandmother having passed away, Moli took three days off.

He held a bowl of seafood porridge and brought it to his mother's lips, blowing on it carefully: "Mom, let me feed you, just like you used to feed me when I was little."

Jian Yixin would never refuse her son, but this time she didn't open her mouth.

Tears fell like beads from a broken string into the porridge bowl, and she said to her son in a hoarse voice: "When I was little, my mother fed me just like this, but now, I don't have a mother anymore."

"Mom, but you still have Grandpa, you have me, and you have Dad; we are all your closest family. For our sake, you must pull yourself together and not let your health collapse..."

Her son's persuasion was effective; although Jian Yixin didn't eat much, she did eat two bites.

But in the end, she did eat something.

With the sudden passing of his mother, Jian Yining was also very grief-stricken, but men and women express their emotions differently.

He tried his best to suppress his grief in his heart, not showing it in front of his father and sister!

His mother's funeral was almost entirely arranged by Jian Yining; Jian Xiansheng and Jian Yixin were both wooden and dazed, their entire beings crushed by the sudden event, and they hadn't recovered their senses at all.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone; he had his brother-in-law and a group of friends helping, so the funeral was held very decently.

After his mother's funeral, Jian Yixin fell seriously ill.

She didn't manage anything at the company, pushing it all onto her husband.

She spent her days holding her mother's photo and shedding tears, regretting that she hadn't spent more time with her mother while she was still alive!

What is the greatest sorrow in the world?

Jian Yixin's current realization was—the child wishes to provide for their parents, but the parents are no longer there!

She lived in regret every day, washing her face with tears.

Moli had originally been living at school, but he was worried about his mother's situation, so he explained the circumstances to his teachers and switched to being a day student, returning home every day.

Thanks to his son's guidance, serving tea and water, and showing concern every day, after more than a month, Jian Yixin finally stepped out of the gloom a little.

Early one morning.

Jian Yixin brought fish soup she had made herself and returned to her maiden home to see her father.

In this month or so, the number of times she had returned could be counted on one hand; it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she didn't dare.

Every time she returned, the pain would make it impossible to breathe; it was as if her mother had never left, for every corner of that house held the Yingzi of her mother, yet she could neither see nor touch her.

Jian Xiansheng no longer went out to fish, and whenever the father and daughter looked at each other, they would shed tears; apart from weeping, they could say nothing.

Therefore, during this period, she did not go back to see her father, and her father did not ask her to return to see him.

Today, Jian Yixin summoned her courage and stepped into her maiden home once again, only to be surprised to feel that things were different!

The placement of the items had not changed, but the aura inside the house was different.

Her mother's black-and-white photograph still hung on the living room wall, yet sitting in the sofa in the middle of the living room was another woman, who did not look like a decent person at all!

She was quite old, with her face caked in thick powder—the kind that would flake off the moment she smiled.

The woman was dressed in a Flower Cluster, and one could not tell what the fabric was made of; it shimmered in the back and was covered in sequins in the front, enough to blind one's eyes.

The woman was in high spirits, speaking in a loud, boisterous voice: "Let me tell you, no matter where I go, the gazes of those men are glued to me, unable to be pried off; I am just so well-liked..."

As she spoke, her hands gestured incessantly, the fat on her face and body trembling along with them, and Jian Yixin could smell the cheap perfume on her from a great distance away.

With such a demeanor, she was still bragging?

But what was strange was that Jian Xiansheng was still looking at her with a chuckle, agreeing repeatedly: "Exactly, exactly; drink some water instead of just talking, have some snacks."

Jian Xiansheng poured tea for the woman himself and pushed the snack box in front of her.

The woman drank the tea in one gulp, guzzling it down like a cow.