When Guan Laoer's son heard these words, he had only one thought in his mind: "It's bad!"

Before he could react, the paralyzed old man on the bed suddenly widened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and made a "ho ho ho" sound from his throat.

Even though he was almost out of breath, he still stretched out one hand outside and uttered the syllable "mother" indistinctly.

Guan Laoer's son knew something was wrong when he saw this, so he quickly took out a quick-acting heart pill from the bedside.

Before it could be poured out, Guan Laoer's hand, which was raised high, suddenly dropped down.

When Guan Laoer's son saw this, he quickly smashed the medicine bottle to the ground, picked up a pill and stuffed it into his father's mouth.

But he didn't expect that Guan Laoer would grit his teeth and refuse to eat any more.

A tear slowly flowed from the corner of his cloudy eyes.

When he was dying, all he could think about was his mother's voice and smile.

It was only in recent years that Guan Laoer learned that his mother was using magic to prolong her life. He even wanted his mother to teach him so that he could also achieve immortality.

But his mother refused and told him clearly that he would definitely be punished for using such magic. Not to mention going to the eighteen levels of hell, he might even be struck by thunder because of his evil deeds.

Then his soul was struck to pieces and there was no afterlife.

My mother said that if she hadn't had to, she wouldn't have used such magic.

The mother also said that she owed those children their lives, and she could only repay them by working like a slave in the next life.

As she said this, the old lady's loving eyes fell on her son, whose temples were already covered with white hair.

At that time, Guan Laoer was paralyzed in bed due to a cerebral hemorrhage caused by drinking too much.

The hospital had no better solution for his condition and only told him to go home and recuperate, not to stop taking the medication, and to come back for regular checkups.

Guan Laoer knew that this was the end of his life and he would spend the rest of his life in bed.

People say that there is no filial son by the bedside of a patient for a long time, let alone a husband and wife. Not long after he fell ill, his wife found a way to divorce him, and later left.

Guan Laoer could also understand her. She had never enjoyed any happiness in her life while being with him, and now in her old age she had to take care of him, a paralyzed man in bed, wiping his feces and urine, and serving him tea and water.

Guan Laoer could understand, but that didn't mean he could accept it. He even thought it would be better to just die.

But at this time, his old mother, who was about to turn eighty years old, suddenly came and took on the responsibility of taking care of him single-handedly. She wiped his body, took care of his excrement and urine every day, cooked his favorite food, and pushed him outside to bask in the sun every afternoon.

The room he stayed in was kept spotless by my mother, without any strange smell.

He watched his mother's originally gray hair gradually grow black hair, and from the regretful expression she showed from time to time, he gradually got a glimpse of something.

But he didn't dare to think of anything too weird. He just wanted to have his mother by his side and live one day at a time.

If one can live, who would want to die? As long as the old lady didn't tell the truth, Guan Laoer pretended not to care and not to know, just as the old lady wished. The mother and son depended on each other for nearly forty years.

For so many years, the old lady had been taking care of him during the day, and her own son only needed to turn him over and collect his diaper at night.

The old lady took care of him during the day, including wiping his body and face, washing his hair, taking a bath, eating, defecating and urinating.

In the past two years, Guan Laoer felt that his health was getting worse and worse, and he also knew that he probably wouldn't live long.

On the one hand, I was reluctant to be separated from my mother, and on the other hand, I was glad that I was finally going to die.

If he dies, his mother will be relieved, right?

His mother dedicated her whole life to him, but she didn't have a good ending in the end. It was his fault as a son that she was unfilial.

How he hoped that God would show mercy and allow his mother to retain a piece of soul to reincarnate and atone for her sins.

He was willing to atone for his sins with his mother, to atone for the sins of those who died, to work like a slave for them, just so that they could forgive the sins his mother had committed. She did all this because she was worried about him.

I am worried about this unfilial son who is paralyzed in bed.

Mother, in the next life, I will still be your son.

Let me serve you, okay?

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On the other hand, Wei Jingxing found a very famous private detective through his connections.

Of course, this famousness refers to being famous in certain classes, not just anyone who has heard of his name.

No one knows this man's real name. He always uses various channels to get an ID card. He uses a different name every time he books a room or makes a transaction. No one knows his real name. Everyone calls him Shan Ye.

Few people have even seen Shan Ye's true face. I heard that every time you see Shan Ye, he looks different, a fiery man or a fiery woman, either hot or steady. This person must be very proficient in makeup and disguise.

Otherwise it's a team.

Yes, if you want to achieve something in this industry, you must have some skills that others don’t have.

Shan Ye takes orders based on his mood, and he doesn't take orders endlessly. The money he receives after completing an order is enough for him to live for a while, and he won't take any more orders during this period.

Wei Jingxing also found Shan Ye through an introduction. He sent a message to the email address that Shan Ye used to take orders, and then waited anxiously.

Of course, he was not idle while waiting, but found other private detectives to try to find the person.

It was only when Wei Jingxing started investigating that he realized that many traces related to Hou Xialan had been deliberately erased, making it very difficult to find them now.

But the more this happened, the more Wei Jingxing felt that there was a conspiracy, and the more he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

What happened to his daughter now? Is she still alive?

If she was living well, Wei Jingxing would be willing to watch her from afar and not disturb her life.

If she was not living well, or was being dragged down and hurt by some swamp-like life, he would definitely not stand idly by.

Sometimes when Wei Jingxing saw children begging on the street, he couldn't help but stop his wheelchair and look carefully at their faces.

Only after being sure that it is not a daughter will they give up.

If there is any doubt, he will take the child for a paternity test.

But hope after hope is met with disappointment after disappointment.

No matter how many times he was disappointed, Wei Jingxing was willing to look for the next one with hope, for fear that he would lose his daughter completely because of fatigue.

Wei Jingxing's mother has passed away, and he doesn't have many relatives on his side. Even if he did, they would just want to come and get a piece of his pie.

As for sincerity, there is absolutely not a single bit of it.

They really wished they could die quickly so that they could inherit the huge inheritance he left behind.

But Wei Jingxing has never been such a saintly person. If he really can't find his daughter, he will donate all his property before he dies.

Anyway, he has never stopped donating money over the years, and the money in his hands is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

At this moment, Wei Jingxing's mailbox suddenly rang.

"Ding, you have a new email, please check it."