Falling For The Contract Bride

Falling For The Contract Bride Chapter 177

Chapter 177 Let the Past Stay in the Past

Mu Zhi pursed her lips firmly. She drew another deep breath and headed towards her mother’s floor.

Still hoping for a miracle.

Despite knowing that everything was over.

When she arrived at the mother’s ward, she first glanced at the vitals device that showed no sign of life. In this instance, the medical staff had removed all the connections of the machine.

It was common to find it difficult to accept the death of one’s immediate family member.

Because… The juxtaposition of having one smiling at you, loving you, a person with emotions compared to the cold, lifeless body was difficult to swallow.

Mu Zhi did not dare to enter the ward. She stood by the door for a long moment.

Finally, she plucked up the courage to push the door open.

Tears started gushing down uncontrollably.

Mu Zhi did not rub her eyes. She allowed the tears to come surging down.

Then, Mu Zhi slowly approached the bed and said, “Mom, let’s go home.”

As soon as the words were said, she could no longer hold her emotions. She started wailing without any reservation. Her voice was cracked and hoarse. She was crying with all the strength she had.

Not long after Mu Zhi got into the ward, Lu Junnian and his butler arrived. Both of them did not enter the ward. Lu Junnian was watching Mu Zhi. He felt sorry for her and had the urge to approach her for

some comforting words.

However, before he could open the door, he heard a series of approaching footsteps followed by Zhu Sha’s voice, “Lu Junnian.”

She called out Lu Junnian’s name. She gazed into the room with her charming eyes before turning her face to the butler, “Sir, I’ll let you take care of the rest. Let me bring Junnian away for now.”

Lu Junnian raised his eyes to glance at Zhu Sha.

She smiled at him lightly and said, “Darling, did you know? We should learn to cherish. Let the past stay in the past. If we could let go of the past, it might turn into pleasant memories to look back on, but if we continue to live in the past, we might miss the beautiful things presented to us in the future.”

Lu Junnian clenched his fists tightly.

It was unquestionable that he understood what Zhu Sha was referring to. But he furrowed his brows, refusing to say a word in response.

Zhu Sha added, “Enough, let’s go.”

…

Mu Zhi sobbed for a long while before wiping the tears off her cheeks.

The butler had been waiting by the door. He only entered the room when Mu Zhi had stopped crying. Without saying a word, he started taking care of the paperwork for Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi had met the man. She knew that he was Lu Junnian’s butler.

But when she turned back to look at the door, she realized that Lu Junnian’s shadow was nowhere to be found.

Mu Zhi was then relieved and did not refuse the butler’s help.

She started packing up her mother’s belongings when the paperwork was completed.

Mu Zhi was grateful that Lu Junnian had gone out of the way to arrange for the transportation of her mother’s body back to the country.

Standing in the ward, Mu Zhi realized that there was nothing much to pack for her mother.

Her mother had been sleeping for too many years. She had not lived like a normal person throughout the years. She was merely a breathing, comatose vessel. She was no different from a plant.

Perhaps, mom’s tired of it?

After packing up what was left behind, Mu Zhi stood by the door, turned back for a last glance at the empty bed before leaving.

The body was scheduled to be transported the next day. She had twelve hours to wander around in the gloomy city. But Mu Zhi was too dejected to go anywhere.

She tried to recall if her mother had any unfulfilled wishes but to no avail. Mother had been absent from her life for too long.

For some reason, Mu Zhi headed to the rooftop of the hospital.

She stood by the rooftop, gazing down at the hustle-bustle of the figures on the ground floor.

Many came to the hospital in desolation while most left in mourning. It occurred to her that the hospital was a sorrowful place.

Despite that, she did not want to move. All she wanted to do was sit.

It was breezy on the rooftop. The longer she stayed up there, the chillier it got. She started shuddering in the cold wind involuntarily.

At this moment, a coat was suddenly placed over Mu Zhi’s shoulders.

Mu Zhi turned around instinctively and was greeted by a man in a patient gown. He slowly approached her and offered his coat to her.

He looked like a mixed-blooded Asian with predominantly Asian features. He stood over 185 centimeters tall with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes.

Despite wearing a patient gown, the temperament he exuded was completely different from a typical patient.

There was an indescribable uniqueness about him.

But after all, he was dressed in a patient gown. Mu Zhi treated him like a patient, so she hurriedly took the coat off her shoulders and returned it to the man. “You’re a patient, my immune system should be better than you, here, take it back.” She said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

The man uttered indifferently as he lighted up a cigarette.

“Patients are not supposed to be smoking.”

Mu Zhi reminded.

The man let out a faint smile and turned his face to stare at Mu Zhi with his deep-set eyes.

He said, “I am not a patient.”

Mu Zhi was shocked for a moment, “Then why are you wearing a patient gown?”

The man felt like a cold iceberg without a smile, but looked like the most dazzling star when he smiled, easily melting one’s heart.

“I admitted myself to the hospital to keep a friend accompanied, I was afraid that he was lonely. But my friend passed away today.”

The man’s gloomy eyes became even more miserable after saying that.

Mu Zhi could not resist sighing, “You must be upset.”

She too had just experienced the death of an immediate family. Thus, she could empathize with him.

“Are you upset?” The man sized up Mu Zhi. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

As though he was aware that something had occurred to her.

Mu Zhi nodded in dejection.

“Actually, don’t be upset. Death is a form of extrication.”

“Why did you say that?”

Mu Zhi stared at the man in confusion while he curled his lips upward, saying, “I used to make a living as an assassin. I took lives in exchange for money. I despised the job in the beginning. I’d be reluctant to spend the money I made due to guilty conscience. But I had to do it. I needed to survive.”

“But in the end, I killed a seemingly nice person. He was a doctor, curing diseases and saving lives. Before he died, he asked me, ‘Why kill me? I’ve saved so many lives, what did I do wrong?’”

“I can’t bear to do it.”

Mu Zhi looked at the man… Whilst immersing herself in his story, the man’s phone suddenly went off.

He glanced at the name on the screen, excused himself, and turned around to answer the call.

He walked a fair distance away. Thus, Mu Zhi had no clue who he was talking to.

On the other hand, as soon as he picked up the call, he greeted the caller by her name, “Xiao Qingqing, it’s been a while.”