Fortunately, we made it through.
But the reason Jiang Can was able to accept his identity was because of her love for him.
What about Yin Ruohong? He didn't accompany her as she grew up, he didn't fulfill his responsibilities as a father, and he made her suffer more than 20 years of injustice for no reason. How could she forgive him so easily?
Huo Zhixing sighed softly. Seeing his father-in-law looking so upset, he went over and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll help you."
Yin Ruohong sniffed, trying her best to suppress the bitterness welling up in her heart.
After a long pause, he said softly, "Now that you are my son-in-law, I also have some things I want to say to you privately."
"Um."
“Huo Zhixing,” Yin Ruohong looked up at him and slowly uttered a few words in a very solemn and serious manner, “Please… treat my daughter well.”
Huo Zhixing was touched and nodded.
Yin Ruohong gave a wry smile, turned around and took out a small bottle of medicine from her bag.
The medicine bottle is small and exquisite, with the unique patterns of the Yin family printed on it.
Huo Zhixing was stunned.
Yin Ruohong said softly, "Use the same method and dosage as before. Do you still remember how to use it?"
"Yes, I remember." Huo Zhixing took it and held it in his palm.
"You survived that plane crash by a hair's breadth; you're very lucky," Yin Ruohong chuckled. "It'll probably take a while for your injuries to heal completely. But now that you've married Can Can, things will be much easier. I'll give you regular checkups."
"Thank you..." Huo Zhixing wanted to say thank you, Dad, but the word "Dad" circled in his mouth several times before he finally swallowed it back.
However, Yin Ruohong didn't pay attention. He was still rummaging through his bag and took out another small bottle.
This bottle is noticeably smaller than the previous one, and the color is different too. It's dark red, and the patterns on it seem to have a different texture, giving it a somewhat mysterious feel.
"What's this?"
"This medicine... is for you too." Yin Ruohong shoved it into his hand.
Huo Zhixing didn't understand what was going on.
Yin Ruohong coughed twice, stammering, "Um... this medicine doesn't need to be taken often, once a week is enough. Inside... inside are some pills, one pill at a time, don't take too many, understand?"
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