Fang Zhiyi fell ill the next day, and the problems caused by years of overwork and lack of sleep erupted at this moment.
While in the hospital, none of his children came to visit him. As Fang Zhiyi lay in the hospital bed, he looked back on the first half of his life and wondered if he would have ended up like this if he hadn't gone into business.
Before he could figure it out, a piece of news made him get out of bed: a customer found a dead rat in his food at the restaurant, and it was causing a huge uproar.
Despite his physical discomfort, Fang Zhiyi checked the surveillance footage and saw his son furtively throwing things into the kitchen.
He didn't choose to call the police because he couldn't bear the shame, and besides... they were his family members after all. He had complained about them and felt indebted to them. He picked up the phone, but the number he dialed was his wife's.
Hearing the impatient "hello" from the other end, Fang Zhiyi opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He compromised once again, selling the restaurant to someone else and distributing the money among his children. His hospital room was unusually lively that day, with them chatting and laughing, but Fang Zhiyi looked at them like an outsider.
After completing the formalities, they left. Fang Zhiyi had an extra divorce agreement in her arms, which stated that Fang Zhiyi had neglected her family for many years, that Zhang Enyu had been raising the child alone, and that the couple's relationship had long since broken down.
Fang Zhiyi stared blankly at the ward door. After some time, he saw a simply dressed girl peeking out from the doorway.
"dad."
Then he simply opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Fang Zhiyi smiled.
In the end, relatives are not as good as an adopted daughter with no blood relation.
Fang Yuran took good care of him. That day, Fang Yuran talked to him a lot, more than he had in the past eighteen years combined. Looking at the girl he had no relation to, Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually reddened.
When Fang Yuran went to get him food, she left her phone on the bed. Fang Zhiyi picked it up and, almost without thinking, entered the password. Fang Yuran still used her birthday as the password. But as soon as he opened it, Fang Zhiyi saw a scene that completely devastated him. It was a short video in which the so-called media were interviewing a woman whose face was blurred. The woman was telling the camera about her hardships over the years. Although her voice was changed and her face was blurred, he recognized the faint birthmark on his wife's wrist.
Seeing the overwhelming barrage of curses directed at him in the comments section, Fang Zhiyi's mind went blank.
Fang Yuran rushed back after getting her food. She wanted to tell Fang Zhiyi that she had found a job and left her biological father's house, and that she could support him from now on.
But what Fang Yuran saw was Fang Zhiyi sitting by the window. Before she could say anything, Fang Zhiyi said sorry to her and disappeared.
Fang Yuran's eyes were red and swollen. She leaned against the window and looked down, all her emotions churning inside her.
"Hey, is there a problem?" Fang Zhiyi frowned.
Little Black remained silent.
"Is this guy being cuckolded, Little Black?"
Little Blackie fell into a deep sleep.
"Damn it." Fang Zhiyi said with a displeased expression, "What kind of plot is this? This biological daughter is also a bit abnormal, isn't she?" He had developed a habit of being suspicious. Could this Fang Nian be another time traveler?
No, that can't be it. If it were a time traveler, wouldn't it be able to fly?
But Xiao Hei couldn't offer any help anymore.
"Go to hell..." Before he could finish speaking, someone outside called out, "Dad, dinner's ready."
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