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Chapter 302: Guilt

Or when he saw the shy smile on Jiang Kexin's face, he knew that maybe the fact that he said the wrong thing was not as embarrassing as he thought.

"I suddenly want to eat the steak on West Street." After hesitating for a while, Jiang Kexin suddenly raised her head and looked at Lu Jinyan expectantly.

She still remembered that place. It was the place where she and Lu Jinyan had their first date, and it was also the first time they began to face their relationship seriously.

Their union was just because of a huge misunderstanding, but it was also a fate destined by God. Even God had to try his best to let them be together. So why did he keep rejecting them.

Love is a collision of fate.

West Street! Lu Jinyan's eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed Jiang Kexin's hand and ran towards the outside of the hospital.

The woman has already hinted to this point. If he, a grown man, doesn't understand, then he is really a stick.

Here, Jiang Kexin and Lu Jinyan were running sweetly on the road of love. However, Han Hao and Rong Jiajia were lying on the hospital bed and the other was drowning themselves in the bottle of wine.

Because of Zhao Zhicheng's failure, Han Hao annexed all Zhao Zhicheng's enterprises and all his real estate through legal means.

It can be said that the Zhao family has become part of Han Hao's subordinates.

Due to the merger of new companies and the development of industries he had never been exposed to, Han Hao became extremely busy, and the company began to have various problems.

He was a little anxious, but there was news from his grandfather that the old man was seriously ill and hospitalized.

Han Hao's whole body fell into a deep and painful mood. The company, the hospital, and Rong Jiajia's place. Han Hao was as busy as a top. He kept spinning, but everything made no progress.

The company was still in a mess, and someone even spread the news that Grandpa Han Hao was seriously ill and would die soon. People were panicked for a while.

Some old shareholders began to attract Han Hao's attention. No one always wants to be subordinate to others. No one does not want to be a ruler, and no one does not yearn for supreme power.

Han Hao's position began to become precarious. However, the situation of Rong Jiajia and Grandpa Han Hao was not optimistic.

The old man is still conscious, but his mental condition is getting weaker and weaker.

He knew his time was running out.

"Haohao," the old man weakly raised his hands to touch his beloved grandson, but no matter how hard he tried, even if he exhausted all his strength, he could not lift his weak arms.

Han Hao's eyes turned red. In his memory, his grandfather was always so stern. He was a serious old man who always liked to go against himself and order himself. This was all his memory of his grandfather. He would always

They are all strong-willed people.

But why does the grandfather in his eyes look so fragile and heart-wrenching now?

He lowered his head and tried his best to bring his head to the old man's hand. Unfortunately, the old man's strength had been exhausted just now, and he really didn't have the extra strength to stroke his grandson's head.

"Grandpa." Han Hao's words were full of trembling. He began to be afraid, afraid that his only relative would leave him like this. He would have nothing left, Xiao Wei, and his parents would leave him one by one.

He only has his grandfather and his only relative. If he loses his grandfather, Han Hao really doesn't dare to continue thinking about it.

He was so scared.

His fingers began to tremble because of fear. He squeezed his grandfather's hand tightly and pressed his face against it.

"Don't leave me, don't leave me, I beg you, I beg you, grandpa, don't leave me alone." The hot tears flowed down Han Hao's cold fingertips and reached grandpa's hand, and also warmed his hand.

heart.

"Silly, kid." The old man's breath was very unstable, but now he was very excited. He always thought that Han Hao resented himself and resented himself for breaking up his love.

He was regretting everything he had done. Perhaps it was because he was getting older and had more free time. He had a lot of time to think about.

Think about your life and everything you have ever done.

In addition to his wife, his son and daughter-in-law, he spent more time thinking about his only grandson.

He is all his hope and his only belief in living.

If he can't even discipline his grandson well, then what dignity will he have to face his wife, son and daughter-in-law after he dies?

They gave themselves a good child, but they failed to teach him well and taught him to be a bad guy!

But how could he have the heart to punish him? After all, he was his grandson, so no matter what mistakes Han Hao made, he would help him solve them as soon as possible.

Just because that is his grandson, his only hope.

You said that when people get old, what can they have or take away after death? Everything is empty and nothingness. Maybe no one will remember you after some people leave. Who is it?

No matter how beautiful I am in life, after death I will be nothing more than a handful of loess. Nothing more.

He had always hoped to find a well-educated girl for Han Hao, a well-matched woman who could help Han Hao in his career.

But he didn't realize until now that he was wrong. And the wrong was extremely outrageous.

As long as the child is happy, it will be fine. I don’t care about anything else. There is nothing to care about. As long as the child is happy, it will be fine.

"Haohao, there is something I, ahem, cough, must tell you now. Ahem, cough." The old man's violent breathing made Han Hao's heart clench together.

It was only then that he realized that the old man was already so weak.

He pulled the quilt for the old man awkwardly. "Grandpa, don't say anything now, don't think about anything, as long as you work hard to get better. This is my only hope. Others

I don’t want anything.”

Han Hao's eyes were full of deep sadness, and this sad emotion also infected the old man.

But the old man stubbornly took off the respirator on his face, "There are some things I must say. Ahem, cough, it was me who was wrong at the beginning, me! Ahem, I shouldn't have broken up you and Jia.

Jia, cough cough cough, how about you get married? Stop complaining, cough cough cough, blame me."

The old man's eyes were full of expectation and deep guilt for his grandson. If it hadn't been his fault, maybe he would have had a great-grandson now, and his life might be much happier.

Guilt is the old man's only emotion.

Han Hao was silent, and gently put the respirator that had been pushed aside by the old man on the old man's face and put it on. During this period, Han Hao remained silent.

The old man's heart slowly brightened, and the eyes that had just ignited the fire of hope dimmed little by little with Han Hao's movements.

He knew that the mistakes he made would never be forgiven. He closed his eyes gently, and tears of regret flowed from the corners of his eyes to the white pillow.

"If you can survive in peace and health, I will forgive you." Han Hao's voice was very soft, so soft that you wouldn't hear it if you weren't paying attention.

The old man's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes shining with surprise, but he only saw the red eyes of his grandson.

That day, the grandfather and grandson talked a lot in the ward, and it wasn't until very late that Han Hao walked out of the ward.

He needs to know all of his grandfather's illnesses, and even more, he needs to know what's going on with his body.

It wasn't until the old man fell asleep that he had time to take a closer look at his grandfather.

It turned out that before he knew it, he had already aged to this point. His eyes were all gray and swollen, and his whole face showed an abnormal blue-gray color. He must have been ill for a long time.

But he, his grandson, is so ignorant. Maybe he should admit that he is really too incompetent. He doesn't even know that his grandfather is sick.

When Han Hao walked out of the attending doctor's office in despair, he once again confirmed this idea. He was really an extremely incompetent grandson.

"Mr. Han has been ill for more than ten years. But he has always told us to use conservative treatment. We have been working hard, but his condition has been getting worse. A few years ago, we persuaded him to use conservative treatment.

Surgery, but the old man is not willing."

Every word of the doctor's words weighed heavily on Han Hao's heart. He didn't know how to answer, let alone what to say.

He is messy.

"What if! If we do the surgery now, how sure are we? There will be a way! If you want to save him, you must save him." Han Hao was like a madman, grabbing the doctor's collar fiercely.

But no matter how crazy he was, the doctor always looked at him with a sad look in his eyes.

Han Hao cried, crying like a child, standing in front of everyone and crying loudly. Everyone's eyes were red.

"Surgery plus chemotherapy only has a 35% chance of cure. The patient's body is too weak and is not suitable for chemotherapy and surgery now."

"Even if there is only one percent hope, we must continue to work hard. Just tell my secretary what kind of support you need, and I will fully satisfy you. All you need now is to take good care of him. That's all you need."

Fatigue and guilt flooded Han Hao's mind. He pushed the doctor away tiredly, dragged his body step by step, and walked out.

He wanted to be alone for a while, alone, quietly for a while.
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