Jinling Military Region Hospital

In a high-end private ward, an elderly man with white hair, looking frail and wrinkled, leaned against the bed, his breathing slightly trembling.

With one hand clasped behind his head, a peaceful expression, a slight frown, and a faint breath coming from his mouth, he seemed half asleep and half awake. In the ward, an elderly man in relatively good health sat upright on the bed, receiving wave after wave of visitors.

After exchanging pleasantries and everyone had left, the old man finally let out a heavy sigh of relief, sat down by the patient's bedside, cleared his throat, and said loudly;

"Everyone's gone. Are you feeling a bit more awake now? Speak up."

Perhaps because she had been lying in one position for too long, Ms. Liang on the bed moved her head weakly, frowned, groaned for a moment, and her eyes lost their usual luster.

The old man quickly grabbed a cushion and placed it behind Ms. Liang's head, and couldn't help but complain.

"I'm not trying to criticize you, but let those people handle the company's affairs. You don't need to play hide-and-seek with them. They're all incredibly shrewd, constantly testing the waters. If you ask me, you should just hire a professional manager to run the company; the results might be much better."

Ms. Liang's eyes, etched with the marks of time, furrowed, her eyelids drooping. With trembling hands, she picked up a demolition agreement instruction sheet from the side cabinet and slowly began to speak.

"This Jiangning garment factory is scheduled to be acquired by the government in early May. The negotiated terms are that the new city developer will pay 80 million yuan to buy it—a considerable sum. Those people here today all have their own agendas; they all want a piece of the pie."

The old man sighed softly, nodded slightly, stepped forward to take the contract, and said in a deep voice;

"You bought the Jiangning Garment Factory more than 30 years ago, owning 100% of the shares. What does it have to do with those other people? Are they going to come and steal it?"

Ms. Liang's expression was complicated, then she sneered:

"Back then, I moved the headquarters of the garment company from Yangcheng to Nanjing in order to break away from the shareholding system. The two garment factories in Yangcheng were jointly funded by the three of us. I wanted to establish a foothold in Nanjing."

"I sold part of my shares in Yangcheng Garment Factory and used all my wealth to build Jiangning Garment Factory. This holds personal sentiment, reflects the changing times, and is of extraordinary significance; it also embodies Wan'er's youth."

Speaking of Wan'er, Ms. Liang choked up. Six years ago, she lost her beloved daughter. To this day, she still can't believe that Wan'er has left her. Her once vibrant daughter, proud, free-spirited, and musically talented, once sat gracefully in the Grand Theater, performing one show after another.

The flowers and applause she received continued throughout her life. She sat in the audience and watched it again and again, and from then on, she would praise her to everyone she met. She had a proud daughter who was passionate and fiery in her youth, and her singing voice was as beautiful as a lark's, lingering in the hearts of her loved ones.

The old man took a tissue from a box on the table, bent down to wipe the tears from his wife's eyes, and scolded her:

"The doctor said you can't let your mind wander like this anymore. Being sad is bad for your condition. Let's listen to the doctor, okay?"

Ms. Liang's expression softened. All the tears she had shed over the years had been gone. Countless days and nights of crying had left her with red, swollen eyes and made her increasingly haggard. Without her daughter by her side, the loss of her dearest loved one caused her heart-wrenching pain.

She was left alone to suffer in this world. If her husband hadn't been by her side, she might have already gone with her daughter.

Her husband's thoughtful care brought a smile to her face as she asked softly:

"Has that child been in contact with you?"

Upon hearing this, the old man turned his head to the side, lowered his head, and did not answer.

Upon seeing this, Ms. Liang straightened up, using all her strength:

"Yu Shihua, I'm asking you a question. Has that child been in contact with you all along?"

Yu Shihua turned his head, sighed, took his wife's hand, held it in his palm, patted it gently, and said calmly:

“He is our only grandson, Wan’er’s child. Even though he has the surname Lin, he still has half of Wan’er’s blood in him!”

You need to know that you are not the only one in this world who loves Wan'er. As her father, how could I not love my own daughter?

Ah Xiao is Wan'er's only remaining flesh and blood in this world; he is Wan'er's only concern. How can we abandon him and ignore him?

Ms. Liang's expression grew increasingly solemn, her brows furrowed. She silently closed her eyes, turned her head, and sighed. Yu Shihua's voice came again:

“Ayin, six years have passed, it’s time to let go. Even if you don’t want to see that child, you can’t erase his filial piety. What wrong has he done?”

He had no right to choose who his father was, but he could retain his pure heart. The child had inherited Wan'er's kindness, and his mannerisms bore a striking resemblance to Wan'er.

Ms. Liang suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had been given a sudden burst of energy, and asked:

"What has he been doing all these years? Is he like his father, pretending to be learned but spending his days indulging in flowers and plants?"

Yu Shihua waved his hand and smiled, his face etched with the wrinkles of time:

"That kid is now a pilot, a captain in the civil aviation department of an airline."

Clearly, Ms. Liang showed no surprise, and simply sighed and shook her head.

"To be honest, I've had someone investigate that kid over the past few years, but the results were disappointing. I heard that after graduating from school, he's been surrounded by women, changing girlfriends one after another. His philandering ways are exactly like his father's when he was young."

Such people are family; they share the same blood. Ultimately, he will always acknowledge his father. How can I entrust my fortune to him? He is my enemy. I would rather give it to the country or donate it to society than let him squander it all.

If there were a way to undo mistakes, Ms. Liang would do everything in her power to prevent her only daughter from being with that beast. If she hadn't been so focused on her career and had spent more time with her daughter, would her beloved daughter have been less likely to be swayed by Lin Wei's sweet talk, his hypocrisy, and his two-faced nature?

Yu Shihua got up, took an apple from the fruit basket, picked up a fruit knife from the table, and began to carefully peel the apple. With a gentle smile and a submissive expression, afraid of upsetting her husband, she said softly:

"No matter what your investigation is like, even if the court pronounces the verdict in person, you have to admit it in front of the witnesses. We didn't even give him the opportunity to state it in person. He's so young, we should be more lenient with him."

That's Wan'er's child after all. He has a stubborn personality and a resolute character. When he was eight years old, he told me that he wanted to fly a plane when he grew up. Look at him, he did it!