"Miss Bai, I've sent you the photos. Are you satisfied with them?"

After receiving the call, Bai Yan unlocked her phone, looked at the photos, and then curled her lips into a smile: "They really kissed?"

There was a moment's hesitation on the other end. "No, Huo Zhendong pushed him away at the last minute."

They said they'd pay a high price for the real footage. He was going to brush it off, but Bai Yan asked, and he felt that people in this line of work should at least have some professional ethics.

"Miss Bai, what about the money?"

"Great photos." Bai Yan forwarded the photos to Bai Xinmo: "I'll pay you as usual."

"Okay, thank you for taking care of me, Miss Bai!"

...

The next day, at the Bai family's residence.

Mr. Bai sat on the sofa with a slight anger on his face, while Mrs. Bai stood next to Bai Xinmo's wheelchair, whispering something. Bai Xinmo turned her head away, her eyes red, clearly having been crying.

Bai Yan walked into the living room and said with a smile, "Everyone's here?"

Upon seeing Bai Yan, Bai's father said, "Can't you stand to see your sister doing well?"

Bai's mother also had red eyes: "How could I have raised such an unfilial daughter like you? You clearly know that your sister is sick, so why did you send her such photos? Is it because she wanted you to marry Zhen Dong?"

"She's a patient! Besides, she's doing this for your own good. How could you do such a thing!"

Bai Yan looked utterly innocent: "Dad, Mom, that's my own sister. How could I possibly harm her? My friend saw another woman with my brother-in-law, and I only took pictures because I was afraid my sister and Jiaojiao would suffer."

“If my brother-in-law is really with another woman, that’s cheating. Now, in a divorce and property division, he’s the one at fault, so he might get a bigger share.”

Mr. and Mrs. Bai were stunned for a moment. Yes, who can guarantee a man's sincerity?

If his eldest daughter dies and Fok Chun-tung marries a new wife, his assets may not necessarily all go to his daughter, Jiao Jiao.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Bai Xinmo pointed at Bai Yan angrily: "You had someone take these photos just to deliberately ruin my relationship with Zhen Dong!"

"Do you think I'd believe your conspiracy and cause trouble with Zhen Dong?"

"No way!" Bai Xinmo said, "I won't let you succeed!"

“Xinmo…” Bai’s father was a man and more rational: “Actually, what your sister said makes some sense.”

"What logic is there?" Bai Xinmo turned her head: "Dad, she's just being ridiculous! She can't stand that Zhendong truly loves me! She's jealous of me and wants to ruin things between me and Zhendong!"

“I know the girl in the photo. She is a poor student I sponsor. She even brought me nourishing soup to the hospital several times.”

Bai Xinmo looked at Bai Yan with heartache: "A stranger I once helped still care about me, while my sister only wants to harm me? How could I have a sister like you?"

Bai Yan looked at her pale face and said, "I just sent it to you casually. If you don't believe me, then don't believe me."

But if she really didn't believe it at all, why would she make such a big fuss?

Bai Yan deliberately said, "Sister, if you truly believe that your brother-in-law will love you for a lifetime, then I wish you both a long and happy life together."

As she spoke, she sighed again: "I am your sister, how could I not want the best for you? I also hope that you live a long and healthy life, and that your brother-in-law never marries a new woman."

Bai Xinmo's face turned deathly pale.

Bai Yan's words were like a knife, stabbing into the most painful part of her heart.

Her life was fleeting, and Fok Chun-tung was still young. Would he really love her and remember her for the rest of his life?

Bai Xinmo's originally pale lips were bitten until they were bright red. She looked at Bai Yan with a fierce gaze, not as if she were looking at a younger sister, but as if she were looking at an enemy.

“At least Zhen Dong truly loves me; we are husband and wife in the legal sense.”

Bai Xinmo looked at Bai Yan pitifully: "I only found you a good husband because you are my sister. But you actually stooped so low as to become another man's plaything?"

"Do you think a man like Zhou Shenglin would settle down and marry you so early?"

"You're wrong, he's just using you as a plaything."

Bai Xinmo looked at her and said sarcastically, "Xiao Yan, you missed the best choice you could have made in your life!"

Bai Yan scoffed. In her opinion, Bai Xinmo not only had a heart condition, but was also hopelessly infatuated with love.

"Xiao Yan!" Bai's mother called out to her daughter, then covered her mouth in surprise.

Bai Yan turned around. Under the night sky, outside the Bai family's huge floor-to-ceiling windows, drones created a beautiful starry sky, and fireworks burst forth. "Marry me" was translated into English, Chinese, French, and other languages...

Zhou Shenglin's handsome face appeared in the night. He was tall and had long legs. He wore a black suit, his chest was slightly open, and he was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hands.

From a distance, his handsome face was cold, giving him the air of a refined scoundrel.

Bai Yan opened the door and went out. Zhou Shenglin's cold aura vanished, and he looked at Bai Yan with considerable anxiety: "Baby..."

He went from a refined scoundrel to a puppy-like boyfriend.

"Would you call this a surprise and a romantic gesture?" He asked nervously. Although he had spent a lot of time researching and planning, he was still worried that she wouldn't be satisfied.

Bai Yan looked at his handsome face, which made Zhou Shenglin nervous.

"Of course it counts."

The two of them genuinely liked each other, and she didn't want to waste their time.

Bai Yan smiled and hugged Zhou Shenglin, "I promise you."

Zhou Shenglin was overjoyed and simply picked up Bai Yan and spun her around vigorously under the fireworks.

There are only a few ways for humans to express joy, but happiness is the same for everyone.

Anyone who sees this scene would agree that the two people don't love each other.

But human joys and sorrows are not shared. Inside the French windows, looking at the happy smiles on the faces of the two people outside, Bai Xinmo's face fell.

She clenched her fists, trying to control herself, but quickly relaxed them again.

"Do you think we should go out?" Mr. and Mrs. Bai hesitated.

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

"Since he's proposed, he's the son-in-law. We're the elders, what's wrong with that?"

"But that's Zhou Shenglin!"

Listening to her parents' conversation, Bai Xinmo pushed her wheelchair forward and said, "Dad, Mom, I have something to do at home, so I'll be going now."

But at this moment, Bai's parents were not thinking about her at all. After giving her a few perfunctory replies, they were still struggling with whether or not to go out.

Bai Xinmo's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot as she heavily pushed her wheelchair away from the Bai family.

...

As someone who is about to die, her greatest fear is being ignored.

Bai Xinmo was in a terrible mood, especially after returning home and seeing the empty Huo residence.

She bit her lip and immediately called her husband.

The call, which usually goes through instantly, took several minutes to connect this time.

"Zhendong, where are you? I miss you..."

"Ah! Brother Zhendong, quick, save me!" A woman's voice came through the phone, interrupting Bai Xinmo's next words.

Bai Xinmo's face froze. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Zhendong, where are you?"