Live fortune telling: Sending a top star to prison right from the start.

G City Qiaoyu Hospital.

"Grandpa, I know you're overjoyed right now, but could you please control your emotions a little and not get too excited?"

Deng Xun's heart was pounding, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. He was really worried that his grandfather would faint from being too excited and not be able to catch his breath.

If that were the case, his dad would definitely give him a severe beating, enough to skin him alive.

Deng Xun shrugged, the thought of that scene was bloody; he had been beaten by his father quite a bit when he was a child.

With a broad smile, Deng Zhuoyu couldn't wait to get out of bed: "Xiao Xun, let's hurry up and go pick up your grandma."

Deng Xun quickly stepped forward to support his grandfather and anxiously tried to persuade him.

"Grandpa, it's late at night, and it's pitch black outside. The roads are also difficult to walk on. Why don't we wait until it's light tomorrow before we go? That would be safer."

Besides, you can video call Grandma now and have a good chat.

After thinking for a moment, Deng Zhuoyu nodded: "Alright then."

He immediately picked up his phone and dialed Zhao Bingqing's WeChat. A few seconds later, a familiar voice came from the other end of the screen.

"Ah Qing, I'll come to see you first thing tomorrow morning." Deng Zhuoyu couldn't hide his excitement.

Grandma on the other end of the phone scolded, "Ayu, you're really making a fuss over nothing. You're not fully recovered yet, how can you run around like this? I'll come see you tomorrow."

Deng Zhuoyu, however, became stubborn like an old child: "It's alright, look how energetic I am now, I'm practically full of life! Let alone one tiger, even if a whole group came, I could knock them all down with one punch!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his fists a few times to show how strong and powerful he was.

Knowing his temper well, Zhao Bingqing sighed helplessly: "Fine, fine, since you've made up your mind, I'll just wait at home for you to come pick me up tomorrow."

……

As the first rays of sunlight touched the earth in the early morning, two cars slowly drove out and headed towards a quiet courtyard.

Before you hear his words, you hear his voice.

The voice seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, drifting over: "Ah Qing, Ah Qing, I've come to pick you up!"

Deng Zhuoyu strode briskly along the road, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement and joy.

Hearing the shouts, Zhao Bingqing hurriedly came out.

The moment their eyes met, time seemed to freeze.

They gazed at each other from afar, their figures gradually becoming clearer in each other's eyes, yet it was as if they were separated by a hazy mist, like a dream.

At this moment, more than sixty springs and autumns have passed since they last parted.

These long years were like an insurmountable chasm between the two of them.

However, at this moment, all distance and time gradually dissipated in their affectionate gaze.

Their eyes were moist and red, and tears streamed uncontrollably down their cheeks. Those glistening teardrops carried more than sixty years of endless longing, concern, and the ecstatic joy of reunion.

The people around stood quietly to the side, silently watching the elderly couple who had been separated for so long.

They were moved by the sincere and profound love before them, and the torrent of time could not erase the unwavering feelings in their hearts.

After a long while, Zhao Bingqing slowly shifted her gaze from Deng Zhuoyu to a middle-aged man beside her.

Deng Muqing was tall and upright, but at this moment his body was trembling slightly, showing his extreme tension and joy.

He keenly noticed Zhao Bingqing's gaze, took a deep breath, and slowly walked forward with slightly unsteady steps.

He approached Zhao Bingqing, his lips trembling slightly, and with a hoarse voice, he managed to utter the word: "Mom..."

Zhao Bingqing's body jolted violently. Her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the strange yet familiar face before her.

The next moment, without hesitation, she stepped forward, reached out and tightly embraced the man, murmuring, "My son, my son..."

Just then, Deng Zhuoyu stepped forward, opened his arms, and embraced Zhao Bingqing and her son.

The three of them embraced each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

At this moment, they are the happiest family in the world.

……

Deng Zhuoxun pointed to the people and introduced each of Zhao Bingqing's family members.

"This is my daughter-in-law, Manyao."

“That’s my eldest grandson Deng Chen and his wife Yan Xi. My great-grandson is at home.”

"That's my grandson Deng Xun, he's a junior policeman."

"Grandpa, why am I the one who takes care of the little one?"

Deng Xun feigned displeasure, which made everyone exchange smiles.

……

Back then, when Deng Zhuoyu was newly married, he resolutely set off to resist foreign enemies.

That departure lasted for four whole years. He rose from an unknown soldier to a commander through countless trials and tribulations, fighting his way up through countless life-or-death situations.

Every battle was a life-or-death struggle, and it was his unwavering belief that sustained him as he stubbornly crawled out from the mountains of corpses.

He had to survive; his wife was waiting for him to come home!

Finally, after the war ended, Deng Zhuoyu received permission from his superiors and embarked on a journey back to his hometown to find his beloved wife, Zhao Bingqing.

However, when he returned to that once familiar place with great anticipation, what he saw before him was heartbreaking—his former home had been turned into a desolate wasteland.

All news about his wife seemed to have vanished without a trace, just like the ruins.

Six months later, fate seemed to show Deng Zhuoyu a glimmer of favor.

He happened to pass by a welfare home and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a dirty little boy being bullied in a corner.

For some reason, the poor child's face evoked a strange sense of kinship in Deng Zhuoyu. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the child bore a striking resemblance to his beloved wife.

At that moment, Deng Zhuoyu made up his mind without hesitation to adopt the child and named him Deng Muqing.

After that, Deng Zhuoyu seized the new wave of the times and embarked on his entrepreneurial journey in the business world.

Through his hard work, he has built a brilliant career of his own.

Over the years, he has always treated Deng Muqing as his own son, giving him meticulous care and guidance.

Currently, Deng Zhuoyu is even more confident in handing over the company he worked so hard to build to Deng Muqing to take over and manage.

Despite his successful career, Deng Zhuoyu has never given up searching for his wife, Zhao Bingqing, all these years.

His footprints have covered countless corners of the province, and even when the hope was slim, he persisted tenaciously.

Whenever his family asked him why he went out so often, he would always just say "going out for fun" as an excuse to brush it off.

In fact, everyone in the family knew very well that his busy schedule was all for the sake of reuniting with his lover whom he had been separated from for many years.

……

"Come on, 3, 2, 1, cheese."

The shutter clicked, and the family of eight in the lens wasn't just a photograph, but a picture of happiness.