The old man was quite old and had suffered a lot. His hair had turned white and he was dragging a broken leg, but he had no desire to die.
He still needs to avenge the young lady...
No matter what, we have to get through this.
He had lived a life of hardship and loneliness. If it weren't for the Fu family, he would have been eaten by wolves long ago. After learning about the young lady's accident, he had only one thought: revenge.
But at that time, everyone was looking for him. The Fu family was all dead. His trusted confidant was the key to the treasure. He broke his leg while hiding and thought he would not survive. But fate had other plans, and he met Zhang Desheng.
Zhang Desheng gave him a new identity and placed him in a cowshed, just like Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yi. He talked about reform, but in reality, he could get away with the so-called crimes at any time.
He lowered his head, weaving a straw mat, his lips moving silently as he murmured, "I can't die. If I die, who will seek justice for the young lady..."
Actually, besides Wu Ying, there was another person who knew of Fu Weidong's existence: him. When he thought of the child he had met by chance in the village, his eyes warmed up.
After being settled in the village, he was unable to leave and was unaware of Fu Weidong's ordeal at the Tian family's house. He only learned about those events from snippets of conversation with other people after following Fan Xiaofan...
During that period, he couldn't sleep for nights on end. He almost, almost, the young master didn't survive right under his nose...
The Tian family is truly insatiable. For the sake of their young master's safety, they have never contacted anyone except Wu Ying.
The Tian family has never treated him unfairly, sending him countless gifts over the years. However, Wu Yingyang has been hypocritical, and the Tian family has turned their backs on him without mercy.
Therefore, when he saw the young master again and unexpectedly learned about his past, he was filled with lingering fear and wished he could skin the Tian family alive.
However, seeing the young master's silly, childlike smile as he followed that young lady, he felt that Heaven was indeed watching over him; otherwise, how could it have blessed the young master and turned his misfortune into good fortune?
That's so nice...
The old man had no idea that in his previous life, the children he thought were growing up well in the Tian family were being driven out just like in this life. Although he was also placed in Xiangyang Brigade at that time, the situation was much worse than it is now. He didn't even have a chance to tell Zhang Desheng about it before he couldn't hold on any longer and passed away.
The person he desperately wanted to mention most on his deathbed was the one he was struggling alone in this world.
Originally, the old man had even planned to take revenge in a self-destructive way, but now that he had learned about the Tian family's situation, how could he possibly be at ease? He obediently listened to Zhang Desheng's advice and focused on recuperating. He wanted to take revenge, but more importantly, he wanted to watch his young master grow up safely and peacefully before he could close his eyes in peace...
He had a thousand ways to make the Tian family wish they were dead, but he couldn't do that. Otherwise, all the effort he had put into cutting off Fu Weidong's connection with the Fu family would be wasted, and those people would find them by piecing together the clues from these traces.
Let them have their last few days of bouncing around.
However, these days, there are many ways to make people suffer in secret. When is a person most miserable? It's not when they die, but when they feel like they're living a life worse than death.
He simply instructed Zhang Desheng to do some things. Nowadays, the Tian family's life is even worse than that of the people in the cowshed. Even the most miserable people in the cowshed can at least get a bowl of thin porridge, but they have no money and can't get any food.
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