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Looking back, this kind of interaction happened half a year ago.

Ever since Meng Yishan was diagnosed with terminal cancer, the atmosphere in this family has changed.

Meng Yishan said it was incurable, but Meng Zhixia disagreed. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not give up.

In order to raise money, he borrowed money from everywhere, but he had few relatives on his father's side, and his father's friends didn't have much money, so he was powerless.

He thought about selling the house, but houses in rural areas are difficult to sell. In addition, everyone in the neighborhood knew that his family was in urgent need of money, so those who came to inquire about the price also lowered it to a very low level.

Moreover, Meng Yishan firmly disagreed to sell the house, saying that if he wanted to sell the house, he would jump directly from the roof of the hospital.

Only then did Meng Zhixia give up the idea of ​​selling the house.

In the past six months, the father and son have quarreled a lot, their relationship has become increasingly strained, and the silence between them has become increasingly severe.

This... is the first time the ice has been broken.

The two looked at each other, and Meng Zhixia couldn't help but turned her head and wiped away her tears.

Meng Yishan's eyes also turned red, and he scolded with a smile, "Silly boy! You are so old and still crying, aren't you ashamed! With you like this, how can that girl be interested in you?"

Meng Zhixia retorted: "My sister said that I am good-looking and she likes me like this!"

Meng Yishan almost choked on his apple. "She was attracted by your face?!"

Meng Zhixia raised her head proudly, "Yes!"

Meng Yishan: “…”

Meng Yishan was silent for a moment, then looked at his son carefully. He was indeed good-looking, so he let him be.

That's right... "You have acne on your face, and your skin is dark. You should get a beauty treatment when you have time."

Meng Zhixia: “…”

……

The next morning, Meng Zhixia began to go through the discharge procedures.

The hospital never interfered with the patients in the hospice ward. If they were willing to stay there, they would let the nurses take care of them. If they didn't want to spend more money and wanted to go home, they wouldn't try to persuade them.

So, in less than half an hour, I was discharged from the hospital and part of the prepaid money was refunded.

Meng Yishan sat weakly in the wheelchair with his head lowered, looking like a candle in the wind, and his life was coming to an end.

Meng Zhixia's expression was also extremely sad.

One person was sitting and the other was pushing a wheelchair. As they were far away from the hospital, their expressions suddenly changed. There was no longer the sad look on their faces as if a dying person was about to be sent off by an elderly person.

Meng Yishan patted the wheelchair and signaled Meng Zhixia to stop.

Then he stood up directly.

"Okay, I'll go back by myself. You go find that girl."

Meng Zhixia hesitated and said, "Are you really okay? I'd better send you back first..."

Meng Yishan waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm fine now. If you don't believe me, let's arm wrestle and see who's better."

Hearing this, Meng Zhixia raised his eyebrows and said, "Then let's give it a try."

"Hey, you little brat, just give it a try, come on!"

As they spoke, the two of them went to sit on a stone bench not far away.

In the end, of course, Meng Zhixia won.

After all, Father Meng had suffered a serious illness and his body had not yet fully recovered, so it was normal that he could not compare with his young and strong son.

He didn't care, "Let me recover for another two days, then we can try again."

Meng Zhixia nodded and agreed, "Okay."

After twisting his wrist, Meng Zhixia felt relieved. His father had recovered most of his strength, so he really didn't need to worry too much.

but……

"Dad, you should be careful when you go back. Many neighbors know that you're sick and in the hospital. You've recovered so quickly, it might arouse suspicion..."

Meng Yishan interrupted him: "Come on, come on, come on, don't I know how to do things? Go quickly, go find Zijin! The girl came all the way here just for you, you have to take her out for fun and take good care of her..."

"Well, I will."

"That's good. Go quickly. Dad is waiting for you to bring back a daughter-in-law." Meng Yishan patted Meng Zhixia's shoulder with a smile.

Meng Zhixia's face instantly turned red, "Dad!"

"Haha, you little brat, why are you blushing... How dare you say you don't like her?" Father Meng teased.

"Who said I don't like her?!" Meng Zhixia immediately refuted, but then her expression became dejected, "But... the gap between her and me is too big, it's impossible for us to..."

"You little brat!" Meng Yishan suddenly slapped him on the forehead. "Where's the energy you used to have when you challenged me?"

"In life, you must have the courage to try. If you don't even try, how do you know it's impossible?!"

Looking at his son's inferiority complex, Meng Yishan sighed.

"Your father has also been through the gates of hell, and I've let it go! Life is so short, and you never know when you might be gone!"

"There are some things we shouldn't be afraid of! We can't be afraid!"

"If you like her, you should be brave enough to pursue her. Don't worry about what others say. As long as the person you like doesn't reject you, what others say is bullshit!"

"We have to be true to ourselves, understand? I, Meng Yishan's son, can't be a coward!"

Meng Zhixia pursed her lips and rubbed her head which was hurt from the beating. "I understand."

"Smelly boy..."

Watching Meng Zhixia's back as he walked away, Meng Yishan couldn't help but sigh, "My son has really grown up. He's old enough to eat other people's cabbages! That's great!"

……

Su Zijin hurried to catch a flight yesterday afternoon, and then was busy hailing a taxi... After running around for most of the afternoon, he returned to the hotel, took a shower and went to bed.

Slept until nine in the morning.

Wenjun was very considerate and did not disturb her. Instead, she asked the restaurant to prepare breakfast so that she could eat it when she woke up.

Yesterday's clothes were a little dirty and she didn't bring much with her. After asking Su Zijin for advice, Wenjun contacted a mid-to-high-end brand, which delivered more than ten sets of new products of the season early this morning.

Su Zijin changed into new clothes and ate breakfast at just the right temperature. She couldn't help but admire in her heart that it was really worth finding this almighty personal butler.

When Su Zijin was halfway through his meal, he received a voice call from Xiaoxia.

"Well, I'm still in the hotel, just got up... No need, I'm eating right now. Have you eaten yet? Then come and have something to eat together... Um, room number 3 8... I'll wait for you."

Wenjun booked a suite for Su Zijin, which had a separate bedroom and living room.

Wenjun got up early and went to the restaurant to eat something. She was still full, so she didn't refuse when Su Zijin asked her to have dinner together.

Hearing the conversation between the two, he silently quickened his eating pace.

The moment the knock on the door sounded, she immediately stood up and quickly packed up her remaining things. "Boss, I'm going back to my room first. Call me if you need anything."

Her movements were like those of a professional, and she finished in less than three seconds, leaving Su Zijin stunned. "Okay... okay..."

Wenjun opened the door, nodded slightly to the handsome boy outside, and left.

Meng Zhixia also nodded as a greeting.

The moment he saw Su Zijin after entering the door, a big smile appeared on his lips unconsciously, "Sister..."

Su Zijin raised her hand and beckoned him, "Come quickly, Sister Wen bought too much. Luckily you came, otherwise we wouldn't be able to finish it."

Meng Zhixia sat across from Su Zijin with a bit of restraint, "Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome." Su Zijin pushed the food in front of him.