Back then, for his own selfish desires, Si Nian, who disliked being bound, reluctantly accepted a business marriage. But no one expected that Mu Han's mother, who seemed gentle but was actually strong-willed, would rather break than bend.

Looking back now, it seems that he was the one who caused that tragedy; he was the real culprit.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough cough."

He had talked too much in a short time, and the old man's coughing was almost unstoppable.

Mo Fei hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back, handed him the pills, and then brought him the water from the bedside table.

After swallowing the pills with water, the old man's coughing finally stopped after a while.

"Your health seems to have deteriorated a lot again." Mo Fei's eyes were full of concern. "Young Master is willing to come back and take over the company. You shouldn't think too much about it now. Your body needs to rest and recuperate for a while."

"I know my own body best."

Ji Li breathed weakly and paused for a moment.

"Even if I try my best to hold on, I don't think my broken body can last for more than a few years."

“That kid has loved the military since he was a child. The military is his life. If possible, I would rather let him take over the company and let him do what he wants to do.”

"I suffered a major setback because of his father, so I can't interfere in his affairs anymore. I can only hope that he will recover."

"Perhaps it's because I'm getting old, but I've actually come to hope for a house full of children and grandchildren, and to live out my old age in peace and comfort."

Mo Fei looked at the old man's barely visible bones and graying temples, and sighed silently in his heart.

No one would believe it if you told them that Mr. Ji, who is decisive and ruthless in the business world, is actually just someone who wants to be good to his grandson but always doesn't know how to do it and is hesitant and timid...

He understood the old man's thoughts all too well. He had been with the Ji family for over twenty years and had watched the young master grow up. Seeing him go from being cheerful and sunny to being taciturn, how could he not feel heartache?

I don’t know if the events of that year were too much of a blow to the young master, but after the young master and his wife had their accidents, he didn’t even want to speak for three months.

He spent his days alone in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling, unwilling to eat, and relying on IV drips to stay alive. He became increasingly thin, and at his worst, he couldn't even fill out his clothes.

Later, he finally agreed to eat, but then he was diagnosed with autism. The doctor said that he had closed himself off and refused to interact with anyone in the outside world. So during that time, he couldn't see or hear anyone and lived in his own world.

He was trapped in a dream he had woven himself, a dream he was unwilling to wake up from.

I'm 26 now, but I still don't have any romantic feelings. I've never even had a girlfriend. I'm so abstinent that I don't seem like a normal man.

It's probably a lingering effect left by the incident between the young master and his wife.

"My biggest wish right now is that I can see that child get married before I close my eyes. That would be enough."

The old man's seemingly nonsensical sigh sounded more like a prayer.

Even if that child never forgives him, or resents and hates him for the rest of his life, he has no right to ask for his forgiveness.

He was already very satisfied with things as they were.

Now he only hopes that the child can be happy and let go of the heavy shackles in his heart.

Instead of his current cold and indifferent gaze, as if nothing could concern him.

“That day will come eventually,” Mo Fei comforted him.

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