"Mr. Zhang, that incident is over."
"The moment you embark on this path, you know better than anyone what your fate will be."
"Also, let me tell you one more thing. Siyi slit her wrists for you and threatened to kill herself to my brother. She's now in the hospital."
"If you really care about your daughter, then you should turn yourself in and let them have a future."
Seeing Zhang Siyi cutting her wrists, Cheng Yun felt very uncomfortable.
She wouldn't do such a thing, but that doesn't mean she can't understand Zhang Siyi's pain.
When Zhang Siyi was mentioned, Zhang Changyang's expression changed obviously.
"Even though she cut her wrists, she's still so naive. Does she think that cutting her wrists and shedding a little blood will change anything?"
"I thought she would like her current life and everything here. But as soon as Cheng Haonan arrived, she ran to find him eagerly."
"You still lied to me that you were going out to play and wouldn't be back for a while."
From Zhang Changyang, Cheng Yun saw the helplessness that only a father could have.
"We both know what Siyi is thinking, Mr. Zhang, so what exactly are you thinking?"
Zhang Changyang sighed weakly, and in an instant he looked much older.
"I have my own plans for this matter. There are some things I want to tell Cheng Haonan in front of you. I hope you can give me such an opportunity."
"Don't worry, I have absolutely no ill intentions."
No one would believe this.
Doesn’t Zhang Changyang have enough ill will towards Cheng Yun?
Cheng Yun asked herself, she had never provoked Zhang Changyang.
But what about him?
They investigated her and exposed her, and what a disaster they had done to her.
If it weren't for Zhang Siyi and Cheng Haonan, she would have killed him long ago and put an end to it.
"Why should I believe you? I'm already on guard against you." Cheng Yun said disdainfully.
She also didn't intend to trust Zhang Changyang foolishly.
But Zhang Changyang's next words surprised Cheng Yun and made her look at him differently.
"I am a dying man. Even if you don't target me, I won't live long."
"Six months ago, I was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, and the doctor said I could only live for six months at most."
Speaking of this, a look of unwillingness, reluctance, and deep regret emerged on Zhang Changyang's face.
How would a person feel when he learns that his life is in countdown and that he has not much time left?
Perhaps, only those who have truly experienced it can understand it.
It’s scary just thinking about it.
Cheng Yun suddenly understood.
It turned out that the strange smell she had just smelled came from Zhang Changyang.
It was the smell of rotting human tissue, which she had smelled on Cheng Shizhong before.
He passed away not long after that smell appeared in his body.
Zhang Changyang shouldn't be in much better shape.
"My whole life, I've worked diligently for my future and never violated any organizational discipline. But in the end, I ended up like this."
"I also questioned why God was so unfair. Why did someone like me who had never done anything bad have to get such a fatal disease? Why did he let me die so early?"
"Why does it have to be me?"
"I thought about it for a long time, but God didn't give me an answer. I had no choice but to accept the fact."
"I was afraid Siyi and her mother would be upset, so I didn't even dare to tell them."
Speaking of sad things, Zhang Changyang, a middle-aged man, actually had tears in his eyes in front of Cheng Yun.
This was the first time he told someone about his illness, not his closest person, but a stranger.
Zhang Changyang took a long breath, wiped away his tears, and calmed down his mood that was on the verge of collapse.
"The doctor asked me to be hospitalized for treatment immediately, but I refused."
"I don't want to spend the last part of my life lingering on in chemotherapy, struggling in pain, without dignity, and in a meaningless struggle."
"I convinced myself to accept my fate. At the same time, I thought about my wife and daughter, whom I had felt guilty towards for so long."
"With my income, my wife and Siyi could have lived a rich life."
"But at my request, they live a frugal life. My wife and Siyi haven't even bought a bag worth more than ten thousand yuan in all these years."
"I donated all the money I saved to charities and disaster areas, to strangers I didn't know and had no connection with."
"Just a week before I found out I had terminal cancer, I donated $1 million to the cause."
"I want to make it up to Siyi and my wife. I want to buy them the things they wanted before, brand-name bags, watches, brand-name clothes, luxury cars. Who doesn't want these nice things?"
"I regretted my decision and told the charity about my situation, hoping to get the money back. But they refused, saying that my money had already been spent and could not be taken back."
"They clearly still have money in their account, but they refuse to return my money. They are a bunch of scoundrels!"
"But even though they're such scoundrels, I can't do anything about them. I can't even get my money back. I can't make amends to my wife and children before I die. How can I not feel regretful? How can I accept this?"
…
There are indeed many disgusting things in this world.
Zhang Changyang happened to encounter this situation. How could he not despair and collapse?
"I've come this far, and from the beginning to the end, I just wanted to make amends to Siyi and my wife."
"At least during this period of time, I have provided my wife and Siyi with abundant material things. I even bought Siyi the Ferrari she had been clamoring for, even though she said she doesn't like it anymore."
"But I gave it to her, so even if I die now, I will have no regrets."
Poor parents in the world.
Unexpectedly, the truth turned out to be like this.
"Cheng Yun, I hope you can believe me. I really didn't lie to you."
Cheng Yun nodded.
"I trust you."
Zhang Changyang was surprised that he believed it so easily.
"This is just my one-sided statement. Do you really want to believe me?"
"This is too hasty."
"Why do you believe me?"
It's really sloppy.
If Cheng Yun had not experienced the death of Shizhong, she would not have easily believed Zhang Changyang.
"Because, my father died of cancer just like you."
When a man is about to die, his words are good.
What's more, Zhang Changyang is generally much better than that scumbag Cheng Shizhong.
At least he didn't betray his wife or abandon his daughter.
The smell coming off him, there was no doubt he had cancer.
He really won't live long.
Ahem…
Cough cough cough...
Zhang Changyang suddenly started coughing violently.
He quickly squatted against the wall and took out a tissue to cover his mouth.
When he recovered and took away the tissue, the white tissue was stained with a glaring red.
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