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In a private hospital in Beijing.

While helping Qiao Yuanhang cover himself with a blanket, Qiao Qingshu said, "I've been posting on Weibo these past few days, and I've tagged her more than a dozen times a day. But she just doesn't reply. It's really hateful! This Sang Feiwan is really too patient!"

Qiao Yuanhang leaned tiredly on the hospital bed, his head was a little dizzy, and he couldn't even hear clearly what Qiao Qingshu said.

It was not until Qiao Qingshu mentioned "Sang Feiwan" in her last sentence that his consciousness suddenly became clear, and the confusion in his eyes mostly dissipated.

"What did you say just now? Sang Feiwan, my daughter...did you go to find her?"

Qiao Qingshu said unhappily, "I would like to help you find her, but the villa area where she lives is strictly managed and strangers can't get in. I heard that the management was very lax before, and there were thieves who got in. Why is it that when it's my turn, the management becomes stricter?"

"But it doesn't matter. I've already contacted a few big Vs and will release some information to fan the flames. I don't believe Sang Feiwan can hold back and not come to recognize you as his biological father!"

"Brother, I didn't expect you to be so lucky. I heard that Sang Feiwan is not only a popular star, but also knows many big bosses. The wealth of her family is immeasurable. Even the cheapest house in the Jiangyue Villa where she lives has risen to hundreds of millions, and there are very few in the market. It's truly priceless!"

She kept talking, and words came out of her mouth like a machine gun.

Qiao Yuanhang held his head, endured the severe headache, and shouted: "Who told you to go find her? You caused my wife and children to be separated, and I have already severed all ties with you, why do you still appear in front of me? Get out, get out!"

Qiao Qingshu asked in surprise: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Didn't you call me and call me back a few days ago?"

"I didn't want to help you find your daughter. After all, if you find your daughter, your property will have someone to inherit, and it will have nothing to do with me anymore."

"You offered to leave all your property to me if I could help you find your daughter. In order for me to trust you, you transferred the 100 million in the bank to me on the spot."

"Brother, you still have a few houses under your name, and you haven't transferred them to me yet. You can't go back on your word."

"Brother, your daughter is a big star now. The villa in Jiangyue Villa alone is worth hundreds of millions. As long as you recognize your daughter, Sang Feiwan's money will be yours, right? Isn't it just right for you to leave your inheritance to me?"

"I didn't ask you to find her! That wasn't me, that wasn't me!"

Qiao Yuanhang's self-awareness.

But the more I resisted, the more my head hurt.

It felt like there was a bug drilling around in his brain, not only causing severe headaches but also interfering with his normal thinking and memory.

In a trance, he recalled the day when he recognized his relatives in public at the fan meeting.

He also remembered that he had personally instructed Qiao Qingshu: "We must push Sang Feiwan to the forefront of public opinion. Under public scrutiny, I don't believe she dares to deny her biological father! As long as she is determined to come and recognize her biological father... hehe..."

"No!" Qiao Yuanhang yelled, "This is a trap! A trap! Don't come, don't come!"

Qiao Qingshu was frightened by his appearance: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why do I feel like you've become schizophrenic?"

She was a little panicked, mainly because she was afraid that she would not get the money:

"No, no, to be on the safe side, you should write your will for me first. Otherwise, what if you change your mind and deny it? I have been busy for several days preparing for your recognition of your relationship!"

"Besides, your daughter's achievements today are all thanks to me sending her to an orphanage, where I taught her to be independent and tenacious. Otherwise, she wouldn't have everything she has today."

"After we recognize each other, you must make sure she thanks me, her aunt."

As Qiao Qingshu spoke, she took out the will and pen she had prepared in advance.

"Brother, I have prepared the will in advance. Just sign your name first and bear with the headache. I will call a doctor for you later—Ah!"

Before she could finish her words, Qiao Yuanhang suddenly grabbed her neck, his eyes showing a fierce look: "Who the hell are you? Are you qualified to teach me how to do things?"

"Brother... cough cough, let go, you... you let go!"

She struggled to pry Qiao Yuanhang's hand away.

But Qiao Yuanhang was clearly already terminally ill, and at this moment, the strength in his hands was surprisingly great. He pinched her neck as if he were pinching a chicken.

Qiao Qingshu's eyes were wide open, as if they would burst out of their sockets at any time. Her neck was tightly clamped, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.

Only two hands were still slapping Qiao Yuanhang, but it was just a futile struggle.

Qiao Yuanhang's eyes were bloodshot, and he grinned like a devil:

"I haven't eaten for several days. I wanted to keep you for a few more days. But the smell of greed on your body is so fragrant that I can't help it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yuanhang suddenly opened his bloody mouth. A thick black mist gushed out of his mouth, wrapping around Qiao Qingshu like a python.

A moment later, when the black fog dissipated, Qiao Qingshu had disappeared, leaving only two high-heeled shoes lying crookedly under the bed.

The ferocious look in Qiao Yuanhang's eyes disappeared, leaving only fatigue.

He closed his eyes tiredly, lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

That night, he had a terrible dream. In the dream, he turned into a demon and kept devouring Qiao Qingshu and Sang Feiwan who rushed to the hospital.

"No, don't!" He woke up suddenly, and what he saw was a white ceiling, white curtains, and a woman in a white slim cheongsam standing in front of the window against the light.

"You are..." The bright morning sun made it difficult for him to open his eyes, and his vision became a little blurry.

It was not until the cheongsam woman in front of the window turned around and his eyes gradually adjusted to the light that he could see her beautiful face clearly.

"You are...you are..." He was surprised and happy, and struggled to sit up.

But he was very weak, and he got up too quickly, and his head started to hurt again.

Sang Feiwan walked up to him and took a close look at his condition. "You are very weak. It looks like you only have less than half a year to live."

The man smiled wanly, "I know my disease is already in the advanced stage. This is probably the retribution for my failure to live up to your mother's expectations and my poor judgment of people."

He looked at Sang Feiwan, two lines of turbid tears flowing from his eyes:

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... It's my fault. I caused you and your mother to suffer so much. Wanwan... Can I call you like this? Can you forgive me, Wanwan?"

Sang Feiwan still looked at him indifferently, as calmly as if he was watching someone else's story.

"The deceased is no longer here. I cannot decide for the deceased whether to forgive you. I came to see you only because there is still a bond between you and me."

"For the sake of this bond, if you need me to do anything for you, please tell me. If your wish is to recognize your relatives, I can also agree to it."