Chapter 322 This is the only thing he can do.

The police officer showed his identification to Wei Chizheng again. "Hello, Mr. Wei. We are law enforcement officers from the Beijing Public Security Bureau. We received your father's call to turn himself in, and we have recorded his statement. Given your father's physical condition, it is not convenient to make an arrest, but there will be law enforcement officers guarding him afterwards."

"Confess?"

“That’s right. Wei Huaibo admitted that four years ago in Hong Kong, he replaced Pei Jingchuan, a death row inmate, who is now Wei Jing. His true identity is the arms dealer who was once sentenced to death.”

Wei Chizheng's already furrowed brows tightened even more. He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, "He admitted it?"

The police officer said, "That's right, Wei Huaibo has confessed to all the crimes. If there are no further questions, we'll be leaving now."

Wei Chizheng forgot to answer for a moment, so it was Tie Tou who saw them off.

Not long after, Wei Huaibo in the intensive care unit called out Wei Chizheng's name.

"Ah Zheng, if Miss Nan is here, you two can come in together."

The sound wasn't loud, but Wei Chizheng and Xie Nanzhi both heard it.

The two exchanged a glance, their steps tacitly synchronized, and walked in side by side.

Xie Nanzhi's gaze immediately fell on Wei Huaibo, and her heart skipped a beat.

The person in front of me is completely different from the one I met last time.

She still clearly remembered that when they met at the amusement park last time, Wei Huaibo could not be described as "still vigorous in his old age," but he still had that indomitable spirit in his bones. He spoke with a firm voice and could even confront her with a bit of anger, without showing any sign of dejection.

But what about now?

Wei Huaibo looked as if all his energy had been drained away, and he appeared completely frail and old.

He was shockingly thin; his hospital gown hung loosely on him, as if only a thin layer of skin and flesh covered his bones, and even raising his arm seemed extremely difficult.

Not to mention speaking, he would pause for a moment after uttering a few words, his voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, his breath was intermittent, and the words he had just begun to say were interrupted by a series of rapid gasps, and he could not even speak a complete sentence smoothly.

Seeing him, Xie Nanzhi felt neither sympathy nor schadenfreude.

Xie Nanzhi frowned, and her breathing became heavy.

She subconsciously slowed her breathing and even lightened her steps, as if afraid that the slightest movement would puncture the fragile body before her.

Wei Huaibo lay on the hospital bed, slowly raised his eyes, his cloudy eyes fixed on Xie Nanzhi for a long while before he managed to force a very faint smile.

That smile was like a thin piece of paper stuck to her face, which would crack at the slightest touch, and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed powerless. "Nanzhi, thank you for still being willing to see me."

Xie Nanzhi stood still without moving or speaking, but her fingertips curled up unconsciously.

She looked at Wei Chizheng, and then they intertwined their fingers.

Then Wei Chizheng asked, "What do you want to say?"

Wei Huaibo paused, his voice even softer than before. He pointed to the chair beside him, "A-Zheng, you and Miss Nan, please sit down."

Wei Chizheng looked in the direction he was pointing, but instead of sitting down, he asked, "You turned yourself in?"

Last time, even when Wei Chizheng threatened him so much, he was unwilling to stand up and expose Pei Jingchuan. This time, however, he took the initiative to stand up.

Wei Huaibo had a look of relief on his face. "Azheng, this is what I owe you and Miss Nan."

A dying man's words are often kind; perhaps he regrets his actions, or perhaps he is trying to make a final attempt to make amends at the end of his life.

The ward was deathly silent, with only the sound of the IV drip clearly audible, which only made the place seem more desolate.

After a long pause, Wei Huaibo forced a smile. "Miss Nan, I know I've done a lot of wrong things. I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just hope you can treat A-Zheng better. I've done too many things I regret in my life, and I owe A-Zheng the most. I hope he can be happy."

She opened her mouth, intending to say a few sharp words, just like before.

In the end, only one sentence remained: "Wei Chizheng is my man. You don't need to tell me, I will treat him well, better than anyone else in this world."

Upon hearing this, Wei Huaibo seemed to pause for a moment, then chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, yet it sounded like genuine joy. "With your words, I'm relieved. Nanzhi, you're a good girl. It was my prejudice that caused you to suffer before, and I sincerely apologize to you today."

Wei Huaibo's achievements today are a testament to his talent; he's not a good-for-nothing.

Even after learning of Wei Chizheng's death, she still resolutely gave birth to those two children despite the immense pressure, which is enough to prove her true feelings for him.

At the time, Wei Huaibo did consider inquiring about the mother and her three children, but Pei Jingchuan was unwilling to let go. Her obsession and madness made Wei Huaibo resent her.

In fact, he knew better than anyone that Xie Nanzhi was a kind and loyal girl.

Xie Nanzhi's face was tense, her brows furrowed repeatedly, but Wei Chizheng said softly, "If you don't want to forgive, then don't. There's no need for you to wrong yourself for my sake."

He figured it out?

Xie Nanzhi looked at Wei Chizheng, her eyes gleaming.

He always understood her so well.

Seeing this, Wei Huaibo felt relieved.

Fortunately, there is someone in this world who loves Wei Chizheng wholeheartedly.

At that moment, he was truly grateful to this woman.

Wei Huaibo's gaze drifted to the light filtering through the narrow crack in the window, and the smile on his lips deepened. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly closed his eyes.

The entire ward fell completely silent.

Wei Huaibo has passed away.

He died with a smile on his face.

He probably left without any regrets.

The news of the death of Wei Huaibo, the richest man in China, made headlines in major media outlets, and most people lamented the loss of this business prodigy.

A magazine even wrote a short biography of him.

As for Wei Chizheng, he has been busy with Wei Huaibo's funeral arrangements these past few days.

On the day of Wei Huaibo's burial, representatives from all the wealthy circles in Beijing attended. No one's funeral had been so grand in the past decade.

Xie Nanzhi brought the two children over ahead of time. The grudges of the previous generation were their business. No matter how many faults Wei Huaibo had, he was still the children's grandfather.

They should wear mourning clothes for Wei Huaibo.

Nianzheng was too young to understand the concepts of birth, aging, sickness, and death. She innocently held Wei Chizheng's hand, tilted her head back, and said, "Dad, the book says that when people die, they go to heaven. Grandpa must be in heaven too. Do you think he's watching over us right now?"

Children are always innocent.

Wei Chizheng squatted down, hugged Nianzheng in his arms, and said gently, "Nianzheng is right, Grandpa must be watching over us from heaven now."

Nianzheng smiled sweetly, "Grandpa will be very happy. He will make good friends in heaven, and he can eat sweet cotton clouds too."

Wei Chizheng nodded, his voice choked with emotion, and took one last look at the tombstone.

The people in the photo look energetic, as if it were from the last century.

He silently murmured in his heart: Dad, may you rest in peace.