Chapter 150 Mother and her two daughters kneel down and beg the wrong person

"Li'er!" Bi Yatong scolded, "Don't talk nonsense."

After scolding her daughter, Bi Yatong turned to look at the staff in the gatehouse, asking with a hint of disbelief.

"Comrade, are we supposed to take this up? Can't we drive up ourselves? It's so cold, the children will freeze."

However, the same rule still applies: private cars are not allowed to enter.

Bi Yatong was furious inside, but she still had to put on a smile and lead her two daughters into the car with only a roof.

The sanatorium is built on a hilltop, with an elegant environment, fresh air, and the best medical equipment and medical team in the country.

but--

That doesn't change the fact that it's freezing cold.

As they climbed the mountain, the mother and her two daughters shivered from the cold. Bi Yatong's carefully styled hair was blown into the shape of a frozen broom.

While the mother and her two daughters were freezing, in the study of a house on the mountaintop, the elderly woman they were supposed to meet sat in a wheelchair, looking at the phone that had already been disconnected, a fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes.

Although he is called an old man, he looks to be only around fifty years old.

Wearing a Zhongshan suit, he sat in a wheelchair with a small blanket covering his legs.

Although he had a full head of white hair, he was full of energy and his eyes were incredibly sharp.

With deep-set features and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, it's clear he must have been quite handsome in his youth.

The old man stared blankly at the disconnected phone for a long while before slowly shifting his gaze, reaching out to turn the wheels of his wheelchair, and urging it to move out.

In the living room outside the study, there were two elderly people, one standing and one sitting, gathered around a chessboard that was already half-finished.

Upon hearing the sound of the wheelchair rolling, the old man who had stood up and was secretly preparing to change the position of the chess pieces immediately put down his hands, looking extremely well-behaved, and sat back down on his stool.

Another elderly man smiled and glanced at the first elderly man, then turned and asked the elderly man who came out in a wheelchair.

"Old Shen, who is it?"

"Little Huang just said it was a woman, could it be your sister-in-law?" The old man, who had sat back down, chuckled and joked, "Is she planning to take you home for a family reunion since it's almost Chinese New Year?"

The elderly man, rolling in his wheelchair, remained silent, his expression slightly cold.

The other two elderly people immediately understood, exchanged a glance, and dropped the subject.

"Oh right, Lao Chang is back. He called yesterday and said he brought some good stuff to show us today. I think it should be about time."

"You actually believe what that old man says? He exaggerates even the smallest things. Haven't you seen through him yet?"

"Speaking of which, that kid is lucky. He travels all over the place every year, and his sons are all filial. Unlike us, my kid..."

"Ahem!" Seeing that the man had brought the topic back to itself, another old man quickly coughed to stop him.

After being reminded, the old man, who was speaking, suddenly came to his senses and fell silent as he watched Shen Tuo's face darken visibly.

The two old people looked at each other.

I was just about to say something to ease the tension.

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by a male voice: "Chief Zhong, Chief Chang has arrived. Shall we invite him in, or would you like to..."

Upon hearing this voice, the old man, who had just inadvertently circled back to the topic, immediately scratched his head, glanced at the sky outside, and shouted in an exaggerated tone, slapping his thigh.

"Oh my, it's already this late. Old Chang is here. Old Shen, I'll go pick up Old Chang first, and then bring him over to find you later."

“I haven’t seen anyone for months either. I’m going too, I’m going too.”

With that, the two elderly people left the house one after the other.

Outside, the two men's bodyguards saw them come out and immediately came over with umbrellas, wanting to help them back, but the two elderly men shook them off, saying that they were still very healthy and didn't need to be helped.

The two walked back through the snow with small, quick steps, not forgetting to tease each other about their shortcomings along the way.

"Old Zhong, I think you're really getting senile!! Why do you keep bringing this up for no reason!"

I knew perfectly well that old man Shen was not well-liked by his family and had been living alone in this sanatorium for several years.

"I just forgot for a moment," the person who answered replied weakly.

"Then how come your mind is so sharp when you're changing the chess pieces? I think you have Alzheimer's!"

"Hey, Lao Tan, can't you talk properly? I'm supposed to have Alzheimer's? I still managed to beat you in the target practice last time. If I have Alzheimer's, what are you...?"

The sounds of their argument faded into the distance behind the door...

The old man in the house looked down at his unsteady legs, his eyes gradually darkening.

After being buffeted by the cold wind for more than ten minutes, the car carrying Bi Yatong and her two daughters finally stopped in front of a bamboo forest.

The driver pointed to a small house hidden in a bamboo grove. The house was about 100 meters away from the main road, along a winding path paved with pebbles.

"Comrade, we've arrived."

Bi Yatong sensed from the other party that they didn't intend to get out of the car and escort them inside.

They were unhappy, but dared not show it.

He could only swallow his anger, get out of the car with his two daughters who were already numb from the cold, pick up the pile of nutritional supplement boxes and fruit baskets, take a deep breath, and walk down the winding path.

This section of gravel road has been cleared and is free of snow, making it easy to walk on.

However, this was not kind to Bi Yatong, who was wearing high heels, and she walked unsteadily the whole way.

When she finally reached the door of the small house, she looked around to make sure no one was nearby before putting down what she was carrying.

She knelt down and instructed her two daughters, "Lu'er, Li'er, do you remember what I told you at home? When the door opens, you two kneel down and cry, understand?"

Shen Lu and Shen Li were a bit dazed from the wind on their way here, and when they heard Bi Yatong's words, they just nodded stiffly.

After giving her two daughters instructions, Bi Yatong pinched her thigh hard.

The cold combined with the pain caused her to burst into tears immediately.

She raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Five seconds later, the door was opened.

"Uncle Shen, please..."

"Grandpa Shen, please save our dad..."

The mother and her two daughters knelt down almost immediately when they saw the door open.

But as soon as they knelt down and raised their heads, the words they were about to say caught in their throats.

Because when they looked up, they didn't see Shen Tuo or Old Master Shen, but a middle-aged woman wearing a uniform and an apron, clearly doing cleaning work.

Holding a feather duster, the cleaning worker, who was on her way to start work, was stunned when she heard the knock on the door and saw the mother and her two daughters kneeling down.