After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

Noticing his father-in-law's unusual expression, Fu Cheng's deep, dark eyes instantly darkened.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, some distance from the living room, Lu Shiyi and her daughter were chatting happily.

This contrasts sharply with the once again quiet living room.

At this moment, Mr. Lu was holding a water glass, drinking one sip after another, but his mind was filled with repeated struggles and entanglements.

Perhaps his son-in-law asked casually, but he was so sensitive that he couldn't answer calmly, and he couldn't even bring himself to say a casual, perfunctory reply.

I could only try to cover it up by drinking water...

Lu's father's reaction made Fu Cheng realize that his father-in-law's health was really bad, or even worse.

Previously, when He Ze helped arrange for someone to investigate information about his hometown, he noticed Lu's father's health condition, but the specifics were still unclear.

Since being diagnosed, Mr. Lu has been getting medicine from a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to relieve his pain, and has not gone to the hospital for systematic treatment.

In his view, since the final outcome was already predetermined, further treatment would just be a waste of money.

The villagers were unaware of his illness; it was something Lu's father deliberately concealed, as he didn't want anyone except his wife to know.

In his view, he had been ridiculed for most of his life, and at the very end, he was being mocked behind his back for being short-lived. He really didn't want to hear those mocking words anymore.

Everyone has their own destiny; perhaps this is just my fate!

And he accepted it...

Holding his water glass, Mr. Lu struggled internally for a while before finally speaking. He said with a bitter smile, "As people get older, their health deteriorates day by day. Fortunately, Shiyi and Yaoyao are both married, so if something were to happen to me, I wouldn't have any regrets."

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng frowned, and even though he was usually aloof, he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is your condition very serious?"

Mr. Lu gripped the water glass tightly with both hands, and after a long while, he looked up at his son-in-law and said, "There aren't many days left."

Perhaps it was seeing the sincerity in his son-in-law's eyes, or perhaps it was just that their conversation had reached this point, but he suddenly decided that he would no longer hide it from his son-in-law.

Then, before Fu Cheng could ask, he took the initiative to say, "It's a late-stage brain tumor, there's no cure."

Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time, perhaps still processing the words his father-in-law had just said.

He hadn't expected it to be so serious.

After a moment, he looked up again and said in a low voice, "Modern medicine is very advanced, so there may still be hope."

Mr. Lu shook his head and said, "Let's not bother anymore. The doctor said that even if we treat it, it will only alleviate the symptoms and won't change the outcome. Anyway, we're all going to die eventually, so why waste money?"

Fu Cheng said sincerely, "If it's because of money, then you don't need to worry at all. I have money. Even if there's only a one percent chance, it's worth trying."

Mr. Lu looked up at his son-in-law, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

He was once again convinced that the man before him would be a good husband for his daughter to entrust her life to.

If it were someone else, they would probably just think he's a burden and try to escape as soon as possible.

Lu's father smiled and said to his son-in-law, "Even if you have money, it's money you've worked hard to earn. Instead of wasting it on an old man like me who's on his deathbed, you two should use it to live a better life."

In his view, the thought of his children wasting hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan, only to end up losing both their money and their loved ones, was something he simply could not accept. It was more painful for him than the torment of his illness.

Fu Cheng wanted to continue persuading her, but Lu's father interrupted him directly, saying, "She doesn't know about my illness yet, so I'd like to trouble you to keep it from her for me."

Fu Cheng looked over with slight surprise and asked, "Since you've decided to tell me, why are you keeping it from her? She'll find out eventually, and she'll only be more devastated then."

Mr. Lu sighed deeply, "It's better for her to break down then than to break down now."

"If that girl, Eleven, knew about my illness, she could take me to the hospital tomorrow. Sigh, as people get older, they become more and more attached to home. In the remaining days, I just hope to stay at home every day. I really don't want to stay in that cold hospital place, and I can't stand it."

Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and remained silent. He understood that his father-in-law's obsession at this moment could not be resolved simply with money.

Lu's father continued speaking.

"She has always been very strong-willed since she was a child. What she can't stand the most is being deceived or kept in the dark, especially by her own family. Now that he's on his deathbed, he has no choice but to deceive her this time, and he doesn't care whether she complains or not."

After saying that, he looked up at Fu Cheng, his eyes filled with earnestness, and said, "Actually, the reason I told you about my illness is that I have something I want to ask you. I wonder if you would be willing..."

Beneath his haggard, sunken eyes, Lu's father's sincere gaze could not be concealed as he awaited his son-in-law's reply.

At this moment, Fu Cheng's mind was still filled with his father-in-law's previous words: "Eleven has always been very strong-willed since childhood, and what she can't stand the most is being deceived or kept in the dark, especially by family."

He thought of himself; from the day they got their marriage certificate, he had concealed his identity from his wife…

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy at that moment.

But then he thought about it again and realized that he was just testing her character. After all, his grandfather had forced him into the marriage, so he was also a victim in a way.

After giving himself a forced reassurance, Fu Cheng finally noticed his father-in-law's words again.

"It's okay if you don't want to. After all, it's already difficult enough for you to help me hide my illness from Eleven."

Fu Cheng looked up and said, "Sorry, Dad, I was a little distracted just now. What did you just say?"

Mr. Lu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his son-in-law did not mean to refuse him, so he repeated, "Dad wants to ask you a favor, about the National Day holiday, I don't know if you would be willing."

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng hummed in agreement and said, "Tell me about it first. I'll definitely help if I can."

Although he was aloof and often kept people at arm's length, he always put his family first, whether it was his own family or his wife's family.

Upon hearing his son-in-law's words, Mr. Lu stood up excitedly and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go inside and get something."

After saying that, he turned and went to the inner room on the right side of the living room.

When he came out again, he had something that looked like an envelope in his hand.

This was prepared by Lu's father after much deliberation and struggle, following his diagnosis. He simply didn't know who to entrust it to or who to ask for help.

During his conversation with his son-in-law today, there was a moment when he suddenly made a decision...