My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 236 Memorial Service

Three days later, I woke up and all I saw when I opened my eyes was white.

I moved very slightly, but even such a slight movement woke up Lin Qiuran, who was lying next to my bed.

He sat up with surprise when he saw me wake up. "Oh my god, you're finally awake! I'll go get the doctor right away."

After the doctor examined me, Lin Qiuran gave me some water, and my dry, hoarse throat finally felt better, and I was able to speak normally again.

The doctor told Lin Qiuran, "The patient's condition is relatively stable for now, but he needs someone to stay by his side and he needs to rest well."

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

After the examination, the doctor and nurses were about to leave when I called them back.

"Doctor, I want to be discharged."

The doctor and Lin Qiuran were both shocked, and Lin Qiuran strongly opposed it.

"My God, you can't afford to gamble with your health right now. Do you know how much effort the doctors put in to save you?"

The doctor chimed in, "There's absolutely no way you can be discharged right now! What if something goes wrong?"

"Mr. Zhang, we just snatched you back from the jaws of death. If you don't even cherish yourself..."

It's not that I don't cherish it, it's just that I have more important things to do.

I shook my head and looked at Lin Qiuran, my eyes stinging, but my gaze was very firm. "Qiuran, I must see the Dean one last time. I must go."

"This……"

Lin Qiuran looked at the doctor with a troubled expression. He knew how much the hospital director cared for him, and there were some things he couldn't stop.

The doctor didn't understand what we were saying, and his gaze kept shifting between me and Lin Qiuran.

Finally, Lin Qiuran left the ward with the doctors and nurses.

He knows me best; even if he doesn't say it, I know what he's doing.

I waited anxiously in my hospital bed for Lin Qiuran to return.

After the surgery, I was very weak and couldn't even do something as simple as sitting up; I could only lie in bed.

When Lin Qiuran came back, he saw that my blanket was messy, so he kindly tucked it in for me and grabbed his hand anxiously.

He patted it gently, "Don't worry, as you wish, we'll go see the dean tomorrow."

"But I've discussed it with the doctor, and we'll decide based on your condition tonight. Also, the doctor only agrees to let you go out for one day tomorrow, after which you must come back for treatment."

"Okay, as long as I can see the headmistress, I'll agree to anything you ask."

"it is good."

……

I don't know if it was because I was too weak or because the doctor gave me some medicine, but I slept very soundly that night.

The next morning, I woke up feeling particularly energetic, and after the doctor examined me, he agreed to discharge me from the hospital.

Lin Qiuran and Xu Hu helped me change into the black suit they brought, and got a wheelchair from the hospital. Together they took me to the funeral home.

The moment the freezer was opened, a chill wafted out, but it couldn't compare to the coldness in my heart.

The headmistress looks just as she did when she was alive, only she has lost her warmth.

Because of me, she had to stay in this cold place for a few more days.

I reached out and touched the headmistress's face, but there was no longer the usual warmth, only a bone-chilling cold.

My eyes ached, my nose felt dry, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. The scalding tears fell onto her cold face, and I could no longer wake the headmistress.

"Mother……"

I lay on her hand and gently called her name.

But she will never respond again.

Hu Mei arrived at some unknown time, and instantly, the room was filled with the sound of crying.

At the memorial service, the director's mother was placed in a transparent coffin, and at first glance, she looked as if she were asleep.

Xu Hu, Hu Mei, and I stood to one side as family members, waiting to offer our condolences.

However, not many people came; most of them were children who grew up in orphanages, and some of the more famous ones were nowhere to be seen.

They seem to have forgotten who raised them.

I know they are worried about being implicated in the matter of the dean's mother.

But when Mrs. Li and Miss Dong, who had no connection whatsoever, arrived, they made no attempt to hide their presence.

Xie Wenyao also rushed over, but Song Yafei was nowhere to be seen.

Looking back on the life of the director, she never married and dedicated all her passion and energy to the orphanage and its children.

In the end, this is the outcome.

She should have enjoyed the highest honors, but she passed away amidst the insults and abuse from society.

Thinking about all this, my heart aches uncontrollably, and tears stream down my face uncontrollably.

I once again hated my own incompetence for failing to protect the headmistress.

When we were little, she sheltered us from the storm, and I had always thought about repaying her when I grew up.

But I couldn't do it. Even the orphanage she cared about most, and the children, were sent away.

I feel guilty towards her.

I dragged my battered body to the coffin. Xu Hu and Lin Qiuran knew they couldn't stop me, so they could only stay by my side.

I knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, one after another...

Lin Qiuran knows my body best. He was afraid I would hurt myself, so he held me back.

"Heaven, we know you're sad. The headmistress loves you so much. All she wants is for you to recover and live a good life. Do you understand?"

Stop torturing yourself!

But this is the last thing I can do for the headmistress.

"Don't stop him!"

Hu Mei stopped Lin Qiuran, saying, "We are both children from the orphanage, and we were both raised by the director, Mother."

This feeling is like the passing of my mother; we understood each other best.

“I won’t stop you, and I know what you want to do. But I want you to know that the caregiver who looked after the headmistress said that she passed away quickly and didn’t suffer much. So don’t torture yourself anymore.”

“The person who is most worried about the director is you. When the incident happened, you were worried that the director would not be able to bear it.”

"Similarly, the headmistress was also worried about you, afraid that you would blame yourself for this, so she asked me to persuade you. She never blamed you and knew that you had done your best."

"If you really want to put the elderly at ease, then live a good life."

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes.

Even until my death, the headmistress never blamed me.

But I can't forgive myself.

I continued kowtowing, one after another.

I don't know how long I kept hitting myself, until the wound burst open, the gauze was soaked with blood, and I finally passed out.

……

After returning to the hospital, I slept for two more days.

After waking up, I saw many reports about the foundation incident, along with reports about the past of the dean's mother.

A group of bystanders who don't know the background are saying all sorts of things.

Some believe the dean's mother is innocent, while others criticize her for seeking fame and fortune.

Many foundations in today's society are fraudulent, existing solely for the purpose of raising funds.