The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 619 Shen Qing's biological mother passed away

Arrived at the hospital.

Shen Qing held An An in one hand and Kang Kang in the other, stood at the door of the hospital ward, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the door open.

The mother lying on the hospital bed looked haggard but had a gentle smile on her face. When she saw Shen Qing and the two children, her eyes were full of joy.

"Mom, I brought An An and Kang Kang to see you." Shen Qing said softly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

An An and Kang Kang walked to the bedside obediently and called out in baby voices, "Hello, Grandma."

The mother stretched out her skinny hands, gently touched the heads of the two children, and said, "You are so good and look so cute." Her voice was weak but full of love.

Shen Qing sat down beside the bed, looking at her mother, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. All those years she had missed were now transformed into deep regret. She recalled the guilt and joy in her mother's eyes when they met, and her own complex emotions.

"Mom, how do you feel?" Shen Qing asked with concern.

The mother smiled and said, "I feel much better. Seeing you makes me feel better." She looked at the two children as if she saw the continuation of life. "These two children will definitely have great prospects in the future."

An An said sensibly, "Grandma, please get better soon. When you get better, I will draw many beautiful pictures for you."

Kang Kang also said: "Grandma, I will protect you from now on."

Mother's eyes moistened and she said, "Okay, Grandma, wait."

Shen Qing watched this scene with tears welling up in her eyes. She felt lucky to have her child by her mother's side during her final moments. She told her mother interesting stories about her child's growth, and she listened intently, a happy smile on her face.

……

Time passed quickly, and her mother, feeling a little tired, fell into a deep sleep. Shen Qing gently tucked the corner of the quilt for her mother and prepared to leave with An An and Kang Kang.

Shen Qing looked at An An and Kang Kang, "Grandma is asleep, let's go!"

At the door, Shen Qing squatted down and said to the two children, "An'an, Kang'kang, grandma loves you very much. From now on, we must remember what grandma looks like and how much she loves us."

The two children nodded, seeming to understand. Shen Qing stood up and looked at her mother on the hospital bed again, praying silently in her heart that her mother could have more time to feel more of this hard-earned family love.

As they walked out of the hospital, the setting sun stretched their shadows very long. Shen Qing knew that although this family relationship came late, it would be forever engraved in her and her child's hearts.

After getting in the car.

An An said, "Mom, when will grandma get better? It's so painful to see her like this!"

Shen Qing's eyes flushed red. "It may take a long time for your grandma to get better."

"Okay, but we're willing to wait until grandma gets better so she can play with us."

"Okay." Shen Qing turned her face away, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. In order not to let the children see, she quickly wiped away her tears.

"An An Kang Kang, sit down, we are going home."

……

A month later.

Shen Qing at work.

Suddenly I received a call from Linlin.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Hey, Linlin, what's wrong?"

"Sister, please come to the hospital as soon as possible. Mom's condition doesn't seem to be good."

"I'll be there right away." Shen Qing put down the work in her hands and went to the hospital.

The streets were a constant stream of cars, and Shen Qing was anxious, every second of waiting like torture. She kept checking her watch, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Finally hailing a cab, she urged the driver to go faster, her eyes filled with anxiety and worry. The scenery outside the window flew by, but Shen Qing felt the car was moving too slowly, as if every inch of distance was lengthening the fear between her and her mother.

When Shen Qing rushed into the hospital ward, she saw her mother lying quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, and the surrounding instruments making faint sounds. Linlin stood nearby with tears in her eyes. When she saw Shen Qing, she threw herself into her arms and burst into tears.

Shen Qing trembled as she walked to her mother's bedside and gently held her dry hand. The coldness of her hand made her heart ache. "Mom, I'm here. Open your eyes and look at me," Shen Qing called softly, her voice tinged with tears.

The mother's eyelids fluttered slightly, as if trying to open them. Shen Qing stared at her mother's face, hoping to catch a glimmer of life. But she only opened her mouth feebly, no words coming out. Shen Qing pressed her ear to her mother's lips, straining to hear her final words. However, her mother's breathing grew fainter, and the lines on the instrument gradually flattened.

"Mom!" Shen Qing cried, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision. She held her mother's hand tightly, unwilling to let go, as if that would keep her there. But her mother slowly closed her eyes and left them forever.

Shen Qing sat blankly beside her mother's bed, everything around her blurring out. Her mind replayed memories of her time with her mother, yet those warm memories now pierced her heart like sharp blades. It wasn't until Linlin gently tugged at her arm that she finally awoke, tears welling up again.

At this time the doctor came in.

"Your family should take care of the funeral as soon as possible!"

"Okay!" Shen Qing responded softly.

She looked at Linlin who was crying beside her.

"Linlin, don't cry. Cheer up. We need to hurry up and take care of Mom's funeral."

Linlin nodded.

. . . . . .

After the aftermath was completed, Shen Qing had been feeling very uncomfortable for the past few days.

She adjusted her mood.

"Linlin, you still have me in the future!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Come with me later to look for a grave for Mom! It's my way of showing filial piety to her over the years."

"it is good!"

Walking into the cemetery, Shen Qing seemed to have entered a quiet world, where she could only hear the singing of birds and the sound of flowing streams.

She strolled along the stream when she suddenly came upon a cemetery. It was surrounded by wildflowers and a verdant bamboo forest. Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, casting patches of light and shadow across the ground.

Shen Qing squatted down, gently stroking the ground, tears welling in her eyes. "Mom, this is your home," she murmured. She knew her biological mother would find peace here, sleeping forever in the company of these beautiful mountains and rivers.