Chapter 668: Death of Xia Jinrong (3)

The old man's eyes still held a trace of unbelievable sadness. His old, dry hands trembled as he touched Xia Jinrong's honest but pale face, which was covered with several scars of varying depths.

"Jinrong, get up, don't scare your father. Get up, your father will never scold you again, nor will he say that you are dumber than Xue'er, and he will not suppress you. He will not allow you to do this or that... You are honest, kind, generous, and generous. You are the proudest son of your father. Your father has never disliked you... Do you hear me! Do you hear me!"

Xia Jingshan kept patting the lifeless person on the bed. He had been holding back his sadness all the way until this moment, and two lines of tears finally flowed from the corners of his eyes.

However, no one helped him, and no one interrupted him. If the old man was not allowed to vent the pain of losing his son, he might get sick. It was good to vent it.

Wushuang fell into Mu Jinchen's arms and finally burst into tears. Xia Muxue, who was pushed in by Jing Hongyuan, heard the old man's words and her tears were like a broken bead curtain, dripping on the back of Jing Hongyuan's hand...

The eyes of the two sons-in-law were also filled with grief.

"It's my father's fault. You have always been so obedient. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let you marry Liu Yun, that scourge..."

At this point, the old man's voice stopped abruptly, and a coldness flashed across his sad and old eyes. He looked up and asked Mu Jinchen, "Chen'er, where is Liu Yun, that scourge?"

"When our people arrived at the airport, she had already boarded the plane and left. We have sent people to chase her. Grandpa, don't worry, she is still on bail awaiting trial. Going abroad privately during this period will only add to the crime." Mu Jinchen stopped wiping Wushuang's tears and replied.

After all, Xia Jingshan has experienced decades of military career. At this moment, he can still think of Liu Yun, which shows that he is still very tough.

"Her again? Why is it her again..." Xia Muxue choked and closed her eyes. Every time she heard the name of this woman, it was accompanied by a bad thing.

"She came in the morning, why would she go to find..." Jing Hongyuan hugged Xia Muxue and took over the conversation.

"You said she came in the morning?" Wushuang asked.

"She came to ask Muxue to withdraw the lawsuit. Muxue said that you and Chen'er were in charge of this matter, so she got angry and said a lot of unpleasant things. Later, the security guards drove her out." Jing Hongyuan explained briefly.

Xia Jingshan closed his scarlet and desolate eyes, and slapped the bed with his fists. "My family is unfortunate! I, Xia Jingshan, have lived a bright and upright life, and I have a clear conscience. Why did God treat me like this? He took away my only son, why! Why! Why..."

"Dad..."

"Grandpa..."

Mu Jinchen and Jing Hongyuan let go of the woman in their arms at the same time, and stepped forward to help the old man up.

Wushuang approached Xia Muxue and called her mother softly, and couldn't help hugging her tightly. Xia Muxue patted her daughter's shoulder with her backhand, and comforted each other.

"Grandpa, let uncle rest in peace, and I'm sorry." No matter how much comfort he offered, it was futile. This was the only thing Mu Jinchen could say.

The old man held his head high. After he stood up, he didn't dare to get close to the bed. He held Mu Jinchen's hand tightly with his old and thin hands and said, "Chen'er, at all costs, bring Liu Yun, the scourge, to me."

"Yes."

Xia Jingshan had nowhere to vent his sorrow. Mu Jinchen was naturally happy to find such an outlet. Besides, that woman was really hateful.