Shen Zhijiang roared fiercely: "Beast, how can you say such a thing when you see your grandfather like this?"
Xiao Lingyue sneered: "You can throw my things out of the Shen family and ask the housekeeper to stop me from entering. Now I am severing ties with the Shen family, isn't it just what you want?"
Shen Zhijiang's face turned green and red from being choked, and he looked at her as if he wanted to eat her alive.
Just a few days ago.
He is still the high-ranking Marquis of Nanyang, pampered and surrounded by people, how high-spirited he is?
Who knew that in just a few days, he would fall to this level.
The title was gone and the Shen family collapsed.
My beloved aunt had a miscarriage, and the long-awaited son was gone.
The daughter she once loved, Shen Yuting, was imprisoned, and now even her father, whom she had always relied on, has fallen...
How could it become like this?
The more Shen Zhijiang thought about it, the more desolate he felt. He couldn't figure out what went wrong.
How could a good Nanyang Marquis Mansion be reduced to this situation today?
"Dad..." Shen Zhijiang couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He held the dying old man in his arms, tears rolling down his face, and his face was distorted from crying.
Beibei looked shocked: "He actually cried?"
This was the first time the little guy saw a man in his forties crying like a woman.
Tears and snot covered his face.
It's really annoying to the eyes.
A trace of deep disgust flashed in Beibei's eyes.
Xiao Lingyue sneered: "He is not a man to begin with." Shen Zhijiang was pampered since he was a child, and was so pampered by the old marquis that he had accomplished nothing even after he was over forty, and his brain was not clear.
Such a man only has the outer shell of an adult, but in fact he has not grown up at all on the inside.
So I can't take responsibility, and I don't have the ability to deal with anything other than calling me "Dad" when something happens.
People often say mama's boy.
Shen Zhijiang is amazing, he is a father's son.
The saying that a man should not shed tears easily does not apply to a man like him.
Beibei was even more disgusted: "It's really useless. I must not become like him when I grow up!"
Xiao Lingyue laughed and touched his little head: "Be good."
The housekeeper, who hurried over dragging the doctor, heard the conversation between mother and son, and his sweaty face couldn't help but twitch.
"Doctor, please see how the old man is doing?" The housekeeper hurriedly pushed the doctor over.
This doctor was the one who was responsible for looking after Aunt Hua's belly.
He was also unlucky.
She had been forcefully dragged to the front yard by the maid to treat Aunt Hua, who had had a miscarriage.
Aunt Hua had just carried Aunt Hua back to the backyard. Before the doctor could sit down and write a prescription, the housekeeper hurried over again and dragged him to the front yard without saying a word.
The housekeeper had already sent someone to ask for the imperial doctor, but it would still take some time for the imperial doctor to arrive, so he had to temporarily drag the doctor from the mansion over to take a look.
The poor doctor ran out of breath and was pushed hard by the butler, almost falling to the ground.
Behind them were a group of servants. When they saw Shen Zhijiang crying in a panic, and the old Marquis covering his body covered in blood with his eyes tightly closed, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, they all gasped in fright.
At this time, no one could care about Xiao Lingyue and her son.
The doctor was shocked when he saw the old Marquis's appearance. He hurriedly knelt down, rolled over the old Marquis's eyelids, and then picked up his wrist to make a diagnosis. His face was very ugly.