She had experienced the bond between mother and child before.

“You’d better go back and investigate,” she scoffed. “It would be a tragedy if you lived your whole life without knowing who your real father is.”

Wei Zhenghong: "..."

He gasped as a sudden pain shot through his chest and ribs.

"What's wrong?"

Ning asked.

Wei Zhenghong was about to say it was nothing, but when he caught the concern in Ning's eyes, he immediately changed his mind.

"My ribs hurt. I've been experiencing pain all over my body lately, and the pain keeps me awake at night. I finally understand how you felt when you were sick before. I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you then."

Only now do you realize your mistake?

It's too late.

A mocking smile flickered across Ning's lips.

There really is no such thing as true empathy in this world.

Only by personally experiencing, feeling the pain and suffering of others can one truly understand them.

She said calmly, "If you don't want to die, you can see Qingyin. Maybe she can cure you."

"Okay." Wei Zhenghong nodded. "I'll look for her. Thank you for your concern."

Ning rolled her eyes.

Who cares about him?

I just don't want to be given an inheritance for no reason again.

With his doubts dispelled, Wei Zhenghong returned home feeling much more relaxed.

A servant brought over the freshly brewed medicine: "Master, you haven't taken your medicine yet."

"Give it to me."

Wei Zhenghong took the medicine bowl and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly smelled a hint of alcohol.

He frowned: "Did they put alcohol in this medicine?"

The servant looked bewildered: "Master, you must have smelled something wrong. How could there be wine in the medicine?"

Wei Zhenghong glanced at his trouser leg out of the corner of his eye; it was trembling slightly.