The beloved one of the rich brother

Murong Tai wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without leaving any trace. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Peixuan, you are home!"

Rong Pei looked around in bewilderment, then hugged Murong Tai and cried bitterly, "Brother, brother, I'm home, I'm really back!"

Rong Pei's emotions had always been very stable and calm, and he rarely had such a huge reaction. This loud cry directly frightened Wen Yiyu.

"Mother…"

Murong Tai forced himself to suppress his inner excitement and gently patted Rong Pei, who was crying bitterly on his shoulder, as if they were back to their youth.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then said softly: "Peixuan, you just woke up, don't be too excited, and don't be too sad! It's good that you can return safely!"

Rong Pei raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face. She raised her head eagerly and anxiously, and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother, where are Dad and Mom? Where are they? Where are Mom and Dad?"

Murong Tai's back stiffened when he heard the words, his Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but look away.

Rong Pei continued to ask heartbrokenly, "Brother, are my parents still mad at me? Is that why they refuse to see me?"

Murong Tai quickly shook his head, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say anything.

"Big brother?"

Murongtai's voice became choked with sobs, "Peixuan, mom and dad, mom and dad... they are gone!"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Rong Pei stunned on the spot.

Her eyes were empty, as if she couldn't hear what her brother said, but tears burst out like a flood.

She shook her head desperately, trying to deny this cruel fact.

Rong Pei tried to struggle to get out of bed, her body becoming weak due to extreme grief. However, the paralysis of her lower body made it impossible for her to support her own weight, and she fell heavily to the ground.

This sudden scene caught everyone off guard, and they could only watch her fall to the ground.

The next moment, Rong Pei's consciousness gradually became blurred, her eyes went dark, and she eventually fell into a coma.

"Peixuan..."

"Mother……"

"aunt……"

"Aunt Pei..."

Anxious calls were heard in the room.

Murong Feng was the first to rush to Rong Pei. His face was solemn and he picked her up without hesitation.

Then he turned to the others and shouted, "All of you get out and let the doctor in." His tone was firm and decisive.

The entire treatment room was instantly thrown into chaos. Doctors and nurses rushed into the room and began to provide emergency treatment to Rong Pei.

Rong Tai and Wen Yiyou were completely panicked, as if their souls had been taken away. They could only walk out of the room slowly with the help of Murong He, Murong Ye and Huo Chengluo, and wait anxiously outside.

Time passed minute by minute, and after another long and difficult wait, the tightly closed door of the treatment room finally opened slowly, and Murong Feng was the first to walk out.

Seeing him show up, the group of people guarding outside the door rushed forward like a swarm of bees.

"Afeng! Tell me quickly, how is Peixuan?" Murong Tai asked impatiently.

He explained to everyone, "Dad, don't worry too much. Auntie just fell into a coma because of excessive grief, but she is not in great danger now. She will recover as long as she rests well."

"...However, due to the virus that had previously ravaged her, her lower body will have some difficulty moving, and she may temporarily lose consciousness..."

When he said this, he noticed that Wen Yiyou's face turned pale in an instant, so he quickly changed the subject and comforted her, "But don't worry, we will definitely start more in-depth treatment as soon as possible. I believe that it won't be long before Aunt's condition will improve."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yiyou quickly stepped forward, tightly grasped Murong Feng's arm, and asked with a worried look on his face: "Second brother, can I go in and accompany my mother?"

"Of course, Yiyi, don't worry too much. Aunt has recovered a little now. Just wait for her to wake up." Murong Feng patted Wen Yiyu's shoulder gently, indicating that he agreed to let her in.

After getting permission, Wen Yiyu staggered into the room. Huo Chengluo quickly caught up with her and accompanied her to Rong Pei.

Murong Tai's face was full of self-blame. "Ah Feng, shouldn't I have told Peixuan the news directly? Otherwise, she wouldn't have..."

Murong Feng patted his father's shoulder and said, "Dad, Auntie will know it sooner or later."

Murong Tai sighed softly.

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A night passed, and the morning light shone through the window onto the bed, illuminating Rong Pei's pale cheeks.

She slowly woke up and slowly opened her heavy eyes. A strange smell filled the air around her.

She looked around and found herself surrounded by a group of people, some familiar and some unfamiliar faces, but there was no trace of emotion on her face, she just stared at them silently.

"Peixuan..."

"Mom..." Two kind and familiar voices came to my ears, but her eyes were still empty, as if she had lost her soul.

Finally, her gaze stopped at Murong Tai, that once extremely familiar face, although now it looked a little older.

Her lips moved slightly and she uttered a hoarse voice: "Brother, take me to see my parents!"

Murong Tai showed a trace of embarrassment on his face. He looked at Murong Feng beside him, as if asking for his opinion.

Murong Feng nodded, and then ordered his men to prepare the wheelchair.

So, the group silently pushed Rong Pei out of the room, crossed the courtyard of Murong Mansion, and walked towards the back mountain garden behind Nanyi Palace.

Along the way, Rong Pei remained silent, her eyes staring into the distance, as if she was thinking about something.

Colorful flowers are blooming all over the mountains, and the trees are shady. The breeze gently blows the leaves, making a rustling sound.

However, this beautiful scene did not make Rong Pei feel relieved, but instead added a bit of sadness.

She knew and remembered that this was the cemetery where all the ancestors of their Murong family were buried.

Her sight finally fell on a magnificent cemetery. On the tombstone were several clear characters: "Murong Peixuan's father Murong Qian and Murong Peixuan's mother Murong Hecui were buried together on X year X month X day."

Rong Pei stared quietly at the words on the tombstone, tears gradually blurring her eyes.

She suddenly laughed, a laughter filled with endless sadness and self-mockery.

As I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes again, unstoppable like a flood that broke through a dam.

The day her parents passed away coincided with the day she and Wen Jintai divorced. Is this God's punishment for her?

What did she do? For a man, she left home for decades without hesitation, abandoned her parents who gave birth to her and raised her, and abandoned the Murong family.

She was not worthy of being a child, nor was she worthy of being the daughter of the Murong family. She had failed her parents' expectations and violated the family's honor. She was sorry for the Murong family and her parents.