âQixi Festival is in two days, isnât it?â
This man, why is he suddenly bringing up Qixi Festival? Upon hearing the word âQixiâ, a glimmer of anticipation brushed over Ye Xingguangâs heart, but it quickly dimmed at the thought of her father lying sick in his hospital bed, with a critical illness notification already issued. Her mood instantly dampened. âI donât want to talk to you anymore, my phoneâs battery is low,â she said.
Upon hanging up, she ended the call.
At home right now, Ye Junqing, after being hung up on, opened his mobile calendar and became lost in thought.
If he remembered correctly, Xiaoyuweiâs adoptive father, died on the day of Qixi Festival this year.
He still remembers how he had prepared a grand surprise for Qixi Festival, wanting to give Xiaoyuwei a romantic confession. However, he couldnât find her on that day. Unbeknownst to him, Xiaoyuweiâs father had passed away. By the time he arrived, she had already collapsed outside the morgue, sobbing until she broke down.
Whenever Ye Junqing remembered Xiaoyuweiâs state back then, he couldnât help but feel a painful heartache, blaming himself. When she needed him the most, he had been busy preparing some damned romance. Perhaps it served him right that he couldnât win her heart.
Of course, many things have changed since then. Even the way they reunited has changed. The Xiaoyuwei of today did not come into his world by force, but instead, she took the initiative to step into his world. Therefore, he couldnât be certain whether Xiaoyuweiâs father would still pass away on this day.
However, no matter what, since her adoptive father is sick, Ye Junqing does not want to make the same mistakes.
Peopleâs Hospital of T City, Building Three, Level Five, Nephrology Department.
When Ye Xingguang arrived, she saw her mother sitting on the long bench in the corridor, wiping away tears. Ye Xingguang quickened her pace to approach her. âMomâ¦â
âXingguang.â
Ye Xingguangâs adoptive mother, Bai Lanwu, was forty-three this year, not rather old in age. While she lacked the adornment of gold jewelry, she possessed a scholarly air about her. She once gave birth to a daughter, who unfortunately passed away while still young. Having later adopted Xingguang, she treated Xingguang like her own deceased daughter, caring for her deeply.
âMom, how is Dad?â
Bai Lanwu didnât want her daughter to worry and said, âItâs alright; itâs just your fatherâs chronic illness.â
âI know itâs his chronic illness. Itâs scheduled for regular dialysis, isnât it? Why did the doctor issue a critical illness notice?â
The person who issued the notice was the young dean of Bo Medical Research Institute, who she had been sponsoring for many years, special expert of T city, Bo Jingyu.
Ye Xingguang knew who her fatherâs main doctor was. Emotional, she said: âIâm going to find Dr. Bo. I have raised so much sponsorship for his research institute, how could he issue a critical illness notice for my father? Has that money been wasted?â
Bai Lanwu held back her daughter: âXingguang, letâs go in and see your father first. It will make him happy to know that youâve come back.â
Ye Xingguangâs adoptive father, Song Chuanqi, was lying on the bed in the ward, looking far from healthy like he usually did in videos. With an oxygen tube inserted into his nose and his face somewhat bloated, his whole body looked very weak. He had been resting in the ward with his eyes closed but opened them upon hearing Ye Xingguangâs voice.
Seeing Song Chuanqi in that state, Ye Xingguangâs tears fell instantly. As she quickly approached the bed and clutched Song Chuanqiâs hand, noticing it was somewhat swollen, her voice choked, âDadâ¦â
Ignoring her, Song Chuanqi looked out of the sickroom and grumbled, âThat kid from the Yeâs family didnât even accompany you here in the middle of the night from so far away. He doesnât even care enough to come and see his future father-in-law.â