CHAPTER 408: CHAPTER 408: I DON’T KNOW HOW TO COMFORT PEOPLE, BUT I WANT TO COMFORT YOU (8)

Tang Yanqi pursed her lips, reached out, and grasped Sheng Jianan’s wrist, only to be held back tightly. The man’s gaze remained on the bright lights of the old house behind them, but his grip on her hand was exceedingly firm.

"Let’s stay here."

Sheng Jianan turned to look at her, and Tang Yanqi smiled, "I don’t have to go to school now, so it’s hard on Mr. Sheng, who will have to drive me to and from work every day."

After speaking, her bright eyes revealed a playful smile. Sheng Jianan, amused by her, shook his head with a smile and led her back to the car.

Returning to the Lake Bay Villa, after parking the car in the garage, Sheng Jianan finally spoke, "Staying at the old house feels like waiting for the days to pass."

Tang Yanqi was slightly stunned. What did he mean?

Waiting for the days? Waiting for the day when Mr. Sheng is truly no longer with them?

That must be what he meant.

Tang Yanqi felt a tightness in her chest. She hadn’t really thought about it before; the doctor strongly recommended that Mr. Sheng receive hospital treatment, but the old man politely declined.

Cancer is something you endure; he practically has no possibility of a cure unless a miracle happens. Since that’s the case, it’s just a matter of enduring time.

The old man didn’t want to endure it in a hospital; he wanted to come home.

Sheng Jianan didn’t want to live in the old house, and it should be for the same reason, right?

It seems like going back truly means accompanying the old man in his final Chapter, waiting for the day he takes his last breath.

Even though everyone knows that day will come, they still hope it will come later, later still.

Once, the length of Mr. Sheng’s life determined the duration of her status as Young Madam Sheng. Back then, Tang Yanqi didn’t think of praying to the heavens for the old man to live longer; that thought never crossed her mind.

But now, she and Sheng Jianan are truly together, no longer bound by that expiration date, yet she has developed this thought. She couldn’t bear for Sheng Jianan to be sad; she knew he could get through it, but she couldn’t bear it.

But in the face of death, what can she do?

Returning to the room, Tang Yanqi went into the bathroom to take a shower. Standing under the shower, as the warm water soaked her skin, a sudden thought flickered in Tang Yanqi’s mind.

Sheng Jianan might not want to go back to the old house, but can’t they bring Mr. Sheng over?

Although the outcome is the same, it feels different for the people involved. With this thought in mind, she showered quickly, not even bothering to dry off before walking out in her bathrobe.

"I have something to discuss with you."

Tang Yanqi quickly walked to the bedside, addressing the person leaning on the bed, tapping away on a computer.

Sheng Jianan looked up, his gaze tightened. The woman before him was wrapped in a loose bathrobe, her skin, flushed from the shower, appearing pink. Her hair was wet and somewhat disheveled.

A few strands clung to her gentle neck, the neckline a bit loose, revealing her delicate skin, and her eyes sparkled like shining diamonds.

Sheng Jianan’s Adam’s apple moved as he slowly placed the computer on the bedside table and got up, "What do you want to say?"

His voice was a bit hoarse due to a cold that had kept him from touching her for the past few days. For the once-starved Young Master Sheng, the beauty before him was like a lavish feast awaiting his hungry indulgence.

Tang Yanqi’s attention was on the idea that had just popped into her head and didn’t notice the burning light in Sheng Jianan’s eyes.

"We could bring Grandpa here; there’s enough space, isn’t there?"

Sheng Jianan hadn’t expected her to still be thinking about this, and a warmth passed through his eyes as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually, there’s a way to make the old man happier."

"Hmm?"