"Wait a minute, we're spreading art, letting these two old folks experience their son's avant-garde art too! Didn't his son say he wanted to dedicate himself to art? Why provoke outsiders? Wouldn't it be better to dedicate himself to his own parents instead!"
Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Chu Huainan's mother smashed her head against a stone pillar next to the morning market and died.
But the sight of her tragic death did not ease public sentiment.
She squinted, looking at the flashing lights in front of her.
"No, no more."
Chu Huainan's father staggered to his feet, wanting to uphold his wife's final dignity.
But after only a few steps, someone grabbed him by the hair and threw him out.
One spit from each person would be enough to drown him.
He stood up in a daze and walked into the traffic.
The car that was about to hit him braked suddenly.
"You old bastard, you want to die, but you're dragging others down with you."
The driver got out of the car and kicked him in the chest.
Chu Huainan's father coughed up a mouthful of blood.
No, things shouldn't be like this.
Chu Huainan's father struggled to his feet and continued to speak out online.
Soon he received private messages saying he had connections to handle everything and could even get Qin Xue out of prison so he could personally punish her.
Chu Huainan's father was intrigued and inquired about the specific procedures.
"Our base is in the United Arab Emirates. Come to us first. The people here are very sympathetic to your situation and can provide you with temporary accommodation."
"Really?"
Chu Huainan's father was extremely excited.
He knew that there were still rational, clear-headed, and good people in the world who could distinguish right from wrong.
"We've already booked your plane ticket. All that's left is for you to arrive."
Chu Huainan's father boarded the plane with excitement, unaware that what awaited him was not "justice," but countless scumbags on the dark web, even more evil and perverse than Chu Huainan...
*
On the night Qin Xue was arrested by Interpol, Fu Yu suddenly felt unwell in her stomach.
Fortunately, the estate has top-notch medical equipment and a medical team.
Cosimo stood anxiously at the door, pacing back and forth, unable to sit still at all.
"Master, Madam will be alright..."
Cosimo's face turned pale; even when he was in deep danger, he had never shown such fear and tension.
Every second felt like an eternity, and every breath was incredibly difficult, as if I were about to be swallowed up by fear and anxiety.
"Congratulations, Mr. Cosimo, your wife has given birth to twins, a boy and a girl."
The doctor came out carrying a pair of fetuses, but Cosimo didn't even look at them, bypassing the doctor and rushing into the operating room.
He took Fu Yu's hand and kissed her forehead.
"I've had my tubal ligation done, honey. I'm sorry, I won't let you suffer anymore."
He would rather be the one to suffer.
The once aloof and domineering underworld godfather was now shedding tears.
He kept repeating, "Wife, I love you."
The housekeeper took the baby from the doctor, who was too shocked to speak.
He had grown accustomed to Cosimo's madness and devotion.
Cosimo stayed with Fu Yu throughout her postpartum period and took care of the baby.
Sometimes, he would even be jealous of the unparalleled bond between the two children and Fu Yu.
In countless nights, amidst tender kisses, Fu Yu pondered in his heart whether the child was more important, or he was more important.
Fu Yu's fingers sank into the tip of his hair.
Her mind was a mess, and she couldn't concentrate at all. At this moment, Cosimo would bite her collarbone triumphantly and say slyly, "Ayu, it's me. You only have me in your heart, right?"
Fu Yu's throat was dry.
This wolfhound really knows how to pick its time to ask.
Once her limp body regained some strength, she immediately pounced on him, tied his hands, and pinned him against the headboard.
"You're being naughty again. Are you deliberately trying to provoke me into punishing you?"
Cosimo closed his eyes, trembling.
yes.
His love for Yu had nothing to do with her appearance, strength, or family background. He loved her soul, her pride and composure that always surpassed his, her aloofness, her fiery passion, her strength, and her gentleness.
He loved Fu Yu no matter what kind of person she was.
Love to the point of being outrageous, love to the point of being twisted and perverse.
He loved her so much that every slap she gave him sent shivers down his spine.
A long, long time later...
The elderly Cosimo leans on a cane. His son has inherited the gang, while his daughter, like her mother Fu Yu, has a sharp mind and is currently running her own financial empire.
His family was reunited on his birthday.
The son asked.
"Dad, what regrets do you have in your life?"
Cosimo's aged hands fastened the buttons on Fu Yu's coat.
"I regret that I met your mother too late."
"Otherwise, I can stay with her for a longer time. No matter how far or how far, I am willing to accompany her through her youth and witness every beautiful moment of her life."
The children were already used to their father showing affection anytime, anywhere.
But this is what a happy life is all about.
In the gentle flow of time, I yearn for eternal companionship.
Every day is a good day, simply because you are by my side.
The Second World ended.
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