Cheng was pacing in front of the hospital's VIP room with so many thoughts running in his head. He wanted to go straight to Ying's house and dragged that stubborn a** person here even if it meant having to knock him out and put him in the sack.

Nevertheless, he wouldn't risk upsetting Zhan again, for the scene from yesterday still made him break into cold sweats. It is said that the pregnancy hormone was not to be taken lightly, and he intended to heed this advice. If he were to disobey the warning yesterday, not only does he get killed by Ying before he could marry Xi if anything were to happen to Zhan, but he also wouldn't be able to forgive himself. The babies were innocent. They shouldn't be involved in adult matters.

As such, the only thing he could do now was to be patient and wait for the good news from Zhan, for the latter texted him yesterday that he would convince Ying to come.

But it wasn't one of his best specialties when it came to staying calm. The wait with no news drove him crazy, making his eyebrows drawn together and almost joining into one line due to his frown. Pacing back and forth on the marble floor to the point that it almost abraded the ground, Cheng was clutching his phone and kept looking at it once every two minutes to see if there were any incoming texts or calls. Seeing that there wasn't any, he groaned and picked up his pace, each time quicker than the previous one.

Just then, the phone in his hand vibrated, making him stop short in his track and unlocking his phone immediately to read the text. Gasping, he broke into a run without caring about the eyes that the nurses glare at him for making noise in the hospital.

Ren was lying on the hospital bed, eyes closed but awake. His left hand was covered with tubes and wires connected to various machines. His body was heavy even to move, while his chest felt tight at the struggle for breath. With a glance, one would have thought the older man was no longer with us if it weren't for the occasional oxygen mask turning foggy, indicating that he was still breathing.

Nevertheless, as weak as he was, the moment he heard the creaking sound of the door, Ren tried his best to open his eyes and looked at the approaching figure that seemed blurry to his vision.

"Cheng, did...you...find him?" Ren weakly asked the blurry figure who was walking towards his bed in silence.

Each word was spoken with difficulties, yet he put his effort to finish, for he really wanted to hear the answer. It was just yesterday when Cheng told him he had found where Ying had moved. But on that very same day, Ren collapsed in his office due to his hypertension and emotional distress. The moment he came to, he asked Cheng to help bring Ying to him right away, hoping to see his son for the last time.

"Did he...agree to come?" Ren gathered all the strength left in him to finish the question.

Though the question had been asked, the answer was not given, leaving the room in total silence. Ren took this as a hint that Cheng couldn't make Ying come to see him.

Right, why would he even care if I am about to die? In his heart, I was dead a long time ago. Ren thought to himself as he swallowed back his tears and the lump on his throat.

"You look bad."

Ren's eyes widened at the unfamiliar voice that did not belong to Cheng. He tried blinking to make the cloudiness vanish from his vision to which it was only a little success. Still, even though the voice and the appearance had changed over the years, there was no way Ren wouldn't be able to identify his own flesh and kin. The very one he longed to meet.

His son.

His Ying.

Tears began to roll down the older man's cheeks, blurring his vision once again. He was oscillating between joy and surprise, which rendered him speechless.

In his early sixties, the sight of a man crying like a baby made Ying sighed before he picked up his words.

"Zhan was right. I might live my life with remorse if I missed this chance," said Ying, pulling a chair to sit next to the bed. "I know you may have tracked me and learned all about the events in my life; still, I wanted to tell you this myself. Zhan is my husband."

Ren nodded as an acknowledgment that he already knew who his son-in-law was.

Leaning back on his chair, Ying crossed his arms over his chest and sat with his right ankle topping his left knee. "Who would have thought the owner of the largest supermarket in town could be in this state? Everyone said he's unbeatable. It seems to me that he can't beat old age."

Even when hearing those harsh words, Ren wasn't angry even the slightest bit. The fact that his son, Ying, was here right in front of him made the older man happy enough to even care about anything else.

It had been more than ten years since his son left home and disappeared, and every single day, he had always missed his boy badly. Ying's presence seemed to give him the strength to speak again.

"Thank you for coming, Ying. My son." His voice was weak, yet it was clear and full of affection.

Ying's stubbornness and ego crumbled down after hearing such an emotional voice. He found a lump clogging his throat, whereas mist of unshed tears blinded his vision.

Getting up and turning his back to the older man so he could hide his face in case tears would come down like a broken dam, Ying lifted his face and blinked as if to prevent the crystal droplets from flowing. After composing himself and making sure his throat was clear to speak, he spoke over his shoulder.

"I really don't want to forgive you. I want to hate you as long as I live," he paused to take a deep breath as if remembering something painful before continuing, "Do you know why?"

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