Chapter 289: Su Daqiang Passes Away

It was New Year's, so the phone of Wang Yan, the big brother of Long Teng, hadn't stopped ringing since the first day. As long as they were in a high enough position, everyone in political and business circles who had his contact information called to wish him a Happy New Year.

It must be said that Wang Yan's status and position were quite transcendent. Perhaps in the first five years, some people tried to manipulate him, wanting to take a bite, but after that, it never happened again. Besides, he was single-mindedly focused on making money and research, and for so many years, he had been steadily teaching in school, never getting involved in messy things, so no one was bored enough to look for trouble with him.

"A flowery sedan chair is carried by many; many hands pick up firewood to make the flames high." Wang Yan was certainly a big shot, but he couldn't turn off his phone at this time, and he also had to call others to send greetings, sending out baskets of good words. It wasn't until the afternoon that he finished the annual essential program.

In the evening, the family of three ate with Meng Zhiyuan, and naturally, Meng Zhiyuan was the host. Although Wang Yan had promised to treat him to dinner many times, no one would let Wang Yan pay. If it weren't for Su Mingyu's relationship, someone at Meng Zhiyuan's level would have a hard time even seeing Wang Yan, let alone eating at the same table.

Meng Zhiyuan also brought his son, Little Meng, to get to know people; after all, Wang Yan was the biggest shot Meng Zhiyuan knew. Having enjoyed the shade for so many years, he had benefited immensely, and as his only son, he needed to know about this relationship. As for Little Meng's love for showing off, Meng Zhiyuan naturally didn't mention it at all; if he were to mention it, it would be to express gratitude. With Wang Yan's intimidation, Little Meng dared not be dishonest. Unlike in the original story where he acted like a big shot and had all sorts of pursuits, he didn't dare to do so even if given eight guts, so he could be considered to have gotten on the right path.

Originally, Wang Yan was supposed to leave on the second day of the New Year because he had to study and memorize various things, but the little girl hadn't started school yet, and if he left, he wouldn't show his face for a long time, so she pestered him and wouldn't let him go. Plus, Su Mingyu also had to go to work, and the little one, who had never been away from her father for a long time except when playing outside, couldn't accept it because no one played with her.

In the end, there was no other way, so Wang Yan took the child with him. They were all scientific research units, and there were plenty of fun things inside. Although his bringing the child along caused some murmurs, on one hand, the little girl was truly adorable and sensible, and having someone take her around to see things was fine as long as she knew her father was there. On the other hand, Wang Yan waved his hand—add money.

Still the same saying, the country itself was too big, and there were too many fields needing investment, so the aerospace budget wasn't exactly generous. And Wang Yan was a bona fide wealthy landlord. Previously, people from the Aerospace Bureau had thought about asking for donations, but their businesses didn't overlap, and that was basically like robbery, so they could only watch other research institutes squander money while they remained tight-fisted. But now that Wang Yan had come in person, he revealed his great concern for aerospace. Compared to generous research funding, was Wang Yan, who basically knew nothing and brought a little girl as a burden, a problem?

Therefore, Wang Yan had a high-level escort who led him to various places to understand key technologies and research directions. The little girl also had a woman in her thirties with a gentle appearance who took her to see various products, satellites, rockets, and other products that didn't involve national secrets, which counted as an aerospace exhibition for one person, giving her an aerospace enlightenment from scratch. In fact, if the little girl weren't so young and couldn't keep her mouth shut, she could have seen even more.

They knew that Boss Wang only had this one seedling; if she were cultivated well, in twenty years, she would be a resource. Their generation might not feel it, but that didn't hinder them from considering the next generation of aerospace people.

While Wang Yan was bringing his child as a burden, on the other side, Su Daqiang had been cleaning the house, which had been trashed for several days, inside and out since early morning. He himself was dressed neatly, his sparse hair carefully groomed, and he looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. The old man was glowing and looked much more spirited.

This series of actions was naturally because the little nanny, whom he had been missing for a long time, was coming back for the New Year; he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

After admiring himself, Su Daqiang sat on the sofa watching TV, his eyes occasionally looking at the clock hanging on the wall, glancing at the motionless door, and picking up his silent phone to swipe a few times; he was impatient.

"Beep, beep, beep."

After a long time, the motionless door finally transmitted the sound of the smart lock inputting a password. Su Daqiang, old but vigorous, jolted, threw away the remote control in his hand, and walked to the door in two or three steps, his wide eyes filled with anticipation.

The result naturally didn't disappoint him. There were only three people who knew the password to his house; one was squatting in jail, so only he and the little nanny knew the password.

Seeing the little sweetheart who had been on his mind, whom he had missed day and night, couldn't eat or sleep for, and tossed and turned for, pushing the door open with her head lowered, Su Daqiang's signature old face showed emotion. He stretched out his arms, his old eyes teary, and stumbled forward: "Little Cai, I missed you." As he spoke, he gave her a fierce hug, the kind where he wouldn't let go.

Don't look at Su Daqiang as just an old man, but his strength wasn't something Cai Genhua, who was over fifty, could compare to. Taken by surprise, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away, but her movement was a step too slow, and she was held tightly and couldn't break free. Cai Genhua's face drooped—a coldness Su Daqiang couldn't see. She let go of the bag she was carrying, letting it fall to the ground, and also hugged Su Daqiang, gently patting his back.

"Teacher Su, I missed you too. I'm back now, aren't I? Your heart isn't good; don't be too excited. Let go first, let me put the things away."

"I won't let go." Su Daqiang rested his head on the little nanny's shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent, closing his eyes with satisfaction: "You don't know how I spent this time. Little Cai, how can I live without you?"

"Alright, alright, Teacher Su, I won't leave in the future. Let go first, let me tidy up."

Catching the main point, Su Daqiang let go instantly, staring wide-eyed at the shy little nanny in front of him: "What did you say? You won't leave in the future?"

"I won't leave." After Cai Genhua finished speaking, she changed her shoes awkwardly, bent down to pick up her bag, and hurriedly bypassed Su Daqiang, who was stunned in place: "Teacher Su, I'll go tidy up my things first."

Su Daqiang didn't speak, just turned to follow her movements, watching her disappear into the room, then giggled to himself, wishing he could jump high enough to poke a hole in the ceiling.

After a while, having calmed the excitement in his heart, Su Daqiang trotted to the door of Cai Genhua's room, watching her work with eager eyes.

Seeing Su Daqiang's appearance, Cai Genhua pursed her lips and smiled: "Teacher Su, I've thought it through these few days in my hometown. You are a good man, educated, knowledgeable, and kind. I must have accumulated blessings for eight lifetimes to have met you."

"It's my blessing, Little Cai. I wish I could have been born twenty years later, just to spend the rest of my life with you." Su Daqiang walked to the bedside with emotion, grabbed the little nanny's hand, and lamented that he wouldn't live long.

"This is fate, Teacher Su. Heaven let you and me meet only at this time." As she spoke, Cai Genhua pulled her hand away.

The shameless Su Daqiang grabbed the little nanny's hand again and said warmly: "Did you bring the household registration book and everything? Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married tomorrow."

"I brought them all." Cai Genhua lowered her head awkwardly: "Teacher Su, are you really not going to think it over carefully? My conditions really aren't worthy of you. What if..."

"Little Cai, don't overthink it. I'm the one taking advantage of you; how could I go back on my word? I really like you. I'm ten years older than you, Little Cai. After we get married, I will definitely treat you well." Su Daqiang sighed: "It's just that after we get married, the scale might not be big; it'll just be a table with my old colleagues. You know what the situation is with those little bastards of mine. I've wronged you, Little Cai..."

"Teacher Su, we're at this age; what scale is there to talk about? I'm after you as a person. As long as I can live a peaceful life with you, I don't care about anything else. Oh, by the way, Teacher Su."

"What is it, Little Cai?"

Cai Genhua seemed to have suddenly remembered and asked: "I remember you mentioned that house before... Teacher Su, you know me; I don't have any other intentions, I'm just asking, please don't overthink it."

"Hi, what's there to overthink? This is the security I promised to give you; you have to take it." Su Daqiang waved his hand indifferently: "I've inquired about the house. If I want to notarize it again, I might need my second son's cooperation, but you know his situation. Besides, he has a good relationship with his mother, so I estimate he won't agree. And with his situation, he should just reform well and stop worrying about things outside. So, I'm thinking that after we get our marriage certificate and treat my old colleagues to a wedding banquet, we'll go make a will."

Although she knew it was highly likely to be the case, Cai Genhua still couldn't help but feel disappointed. After all, she didn't have the guts to kill Su Daqiang, so she could only live with him. If this old bastard Su Daqiang lived another twenty years, she would really be trapped. Even if the loan was paid off by then, she would be seventy, and how much could she enjoy? But she had no choice; since she was after someone else's wealth, paying some price was expected, and bearing some risks was even more expected.

"Teacher Su, I don't have much knowledge; is making a will troublesome? If it's troublesome, forget it. Besides, your body is so good; making a will isn't auspicious." Cai Genhua said again: "I'm with you because of you as a person; nothing else matters."

She wasn't lying when she said this, because to get the inheritance, she had to serve Su Daqiang comfortably, even more attentively than when she was a nanny—she had to pamper and lift him up. After all, if Su Daqiang was unhappy and divorced her, she would really be like a bamboo basket trying to draw water—all her efforts would be in vain.

"It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, it'll be done very quickly." Su Daqiang patted the little nanny's hand with a satisfied smile: "Oh, this is great; we can finally be lovers who get married. Let's get our certificate tomorrow, take wedding photos in the afternoon to hang in the house, and then I'll notify everyone to treat my old colleagues to a wedding banquet this weekend."

"I'll listen to your arrangements, Teacher Su."

"Oh, by the way." Su Daqiang patted his forehead, let go of her hand, got up and ran out, and after a short while, ran back and sat down, putting a card into the little nanny's hand: "You used to manage the living expenses, and you'll have to be busy with buying groceries and cooking in the future. There are one hundred thousand in this card; you take it. This money will be our living expenses from now on, and if you want to buy anything, you decide for yourself; it should last for over a year."

He deposited the remaining ninety thousand plus into his own card to spend. Zhao Meilan used to manage him strictly, so he definitely couldn't hand over the financial power to this new one; he still had to enjoy himself and be stylish.

Cai Genhua lowered her head to look at the card in her hand, then raised her head to look at Su Daqiang in front of her, full of gentleness: "Then I'll take it?"

"Take it, I'll be counting on you from now on."

"Teacher Su, you are so good." Cai Genhua gently patted Su Daqiang's hand, and before Su Daqiang could speak, she pulled her hand away shyly and lowered her head: "Teacher Su, you go out and watch TV; I'll tidy up these things."

"Why are you still tidying up here? Go to my room; we'll be a legal couple from now on, so sleep in my room tonight."

Cai Genhua looked at Su Daqiang's frighteningly bright big eyes and his face full of old wrinkles, and thinking of that scene, she wanted to refuse, but then she thought about the future and sighed in her heart—it would happen sooner or later anyway...

"Teacher Su, you are so annoying." Cai Genhua acted shy and coy.

Su Daqiang giggled, and seeing the person in front of him, he compared her to his dead wife in his memory—it was truly like heaven and earth. Look how good this was; he didn't have to look at that dead old woman frowning and glaring at him all day.

"We're a legal couple, what's there to be annoyed about? Let's go." Su Daqiang stepped forward, took the things, and left.

"Oh my, Teacher Su, Teacher Su, you've messed it all up for me..."

Then, naturally, the next events followed logically. That night, Su Daqiang was old but vigorous, drawing his gun to fight in the world again. Once he underestimated the enemy, and once he was indeed old. Counting the time to recover and draw his gun again, the entire battle process lasted over half an hour, while the actual close-quarters combat time totaled less than three minutes. Of course, it was mainly because he hadn't been on the battlefield for many years; it was too stimulating, but that was about it.

Su Daqiang had high blood pressure and a bad heart; it was a miracle he didn't ride the wind and go right then and there. In any case, he was indeed comfortable. The person he should thank most was naturally Wang Yan; if it weren't for Wang Yan's arrival influencing many things, he wouldn't have had this opportunity in the original story.

The next day, because of excessive exercise, Su Daqiang looked a bit lacking in energy, but he still happily went with the little nanny to get a number, get the certificate, and received full blessings from other newlyweds. In the afternoon, they went to take wedding photos, ordered a large glass frame to hang in the bedroom, and then went around poking his old colleagues, saying they were holding a wedding banquet on Saturday and asking them all to come.

They wouldn't receive many gifts; it was purely to show off, just to let others see that Su Daqiang was living well. Naturally, the result didn't disappoint him, just like the glory of his trip abroad before; this time it was even more glorious. After all, his old colleagues either had a spouse at home or were alone; who else like him had a twilight romance, and one with a sixteen-year age gap?

Su Daqiang guaranteed that he hadn't spent a week as comfortably as this one in his entire life. As for his children? Where would he find the time to care about them? Anyway, as long as Su Mingzhe paid his mortgage, he didn't care about anything else. As for that ungrateful wolf Su Mingyu, it was even less worth mentioning.

After holding the banquet and showing off again, Su Daqiang kept his promise and took Cai Genhua to notarize the will. After that, he lived a comfortable life, enjoying the little nanny's considerate care. His pension was over five thousand a month, and he had nearly two hundred thousand from Su Mingcheng in his hands. The life he lived was such that a series of adjectives for a beautiful life couldn't describe even one ten-thousandth of what was in his heart...

Wang Lin's self-care and independence were actually quite good; she could accept things as long as she adapted. After kindergarten started, Wang Yan sent her back to school, while he went back to accompany her on weekends. The little girl only cried and made a fuss for two days at the beginning, and then she was fine. On one hand, it was her self-care and independence; on the other hand, many children in kindergarten found it very difficult to see their fathers. By comparison, her father was just busy for a while recently, which was much easier to accept.

Wang Yan was really busy. Aerospace was four characters to say, but memorizing it meant countless things, and he was quite exhausted. Not only did he have to go everywhere to understand and memorize, but occasionally he also had to go to Wu Fei's place to take care of things, so his time wasn't very abundant.

However, it must be said that ever since they went out to play for over half a month last time, the relationship between Su Mingyu, Wu Fei, and Zhu Li—these sisters-in-law and sisters—had become better and better. They didn't live far apart, and Su Mingyu wasn't working as desperately as before, so they would gather together from time to time. Of course, Wang Yan was mostly absent; he was very busy.

As for Zhu Li, to be honest, Wang Yan didn't have much interest. And even if he had ideas, Zhu Li didn't have much feeling. Wang Yan was excellent; this was beyond doubt. But there had been unpleasantness before, and now that his identity had changed, there was no resentment, but she wasn't too accustomed to it either. And if one really talked about it, Zhu Li and Wang Yan hadn't said many words to each other in total. Zhu Li was different from Wu Fei; although her marriage failed, she was very clear about reality, but her personality was just like that—she still had some longing for romantic love stories and didn't have the idea of throwing herself at Wang Yan.

And there's a saying: "The bystander sees clearly." Although Wang Yan didn't appear many times when the three of them were together, he was there after all. Although Wu Fei tried her best to hide and cover up, what she showed sometimes was still a bit too much. Su Mingyu was kept in the dark and trusted Wang Mou very much, so naturally, she wouldn't overthink it, only thinking they were too familiar, or perhaps one could say she deliberately didn't think about it. But Zhu Li was different; women knew women best, and she could feel the unusualness between them, vaguely sensing the truth of the matter.

But even if she sensed something, Zhu Li wouldn't be brainless enough to say it out loud, so she just played dumb. She didn't want to get involved, so she subconsciously wanted to stay away. She was just an ordinary person, and living a peaceful life was fine. She wanted to stay away from the messy things of the rich.

But she couldn't perfectly grasp that degree, and after a long time, the feeling she gave Su Mingyu and Wu Fei was that of deliberate alienation. But the two of them didn't force it, so after a few months of good relations, it wasn't maintained, and Zhu Li naturally went offline.

Wang Yan didn't feel any regret at all. After so many years of energy, he no longer had the idea of racking his brains to capture female characters; he had seen through it. And if he hadn't developed a sci-fi dream, it would have been fine—finding something to do was justifiable. But now, in this time-pressed situation, women would only affect his learning and progress, truly delaying things; it was fine as it was.

Time slipped away just like that, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and it was mid-August 2018.

Wang Yan was still running back and forth between several places, studying, memorizing materials, accompanying women, and accompanying children, and others were living their normal lives too. Having not received news of Su Daqiang for a long time, Wang Yan rarely cared, and after having someone investigate, he learned that Su Daqiang had really married Cai Genhua.

Su Mingyu had left the Su family for many years and had no contact with those relatives and friends, so naturally, she hadn't received this news. Wang Yan knew this news, but naturally, he wouldn't say it out loud to spoil Su Mingyu's good mood.

He naturally knew that Su Daqiang had notarized the inheritance for the little nanny, but he wasn't worried at all. Because Su Daqiang was purely greedy for beauty and was completely bewitched by the little nanny, while the little nanny had other intentions; these two things wouldn't last long. Even if Cai Genhua served him attentively every day, there would always be a day of annoyance, and she was a wife who had received a certificate, so she couldn't always indulge him. Su Daqiang had all sorts of bad habits, and even if beauty bewitched his eyes, there would always be a day when he had enough.

They were both halfway couples, not having come together from the start. Cai Genhua didn't go out to work and purely spent Su Daqiang's money; the contradictions had accumulated for a long time, and there would definitely be a day of explosion.

The facts were just as Wang Yan expected. After Su Daqiang and Cai Genhua got their certificates and married, they were indeed in harmony for a period of time. But later, as they came into deeper contact, more and more faults were revealed. Originally, Cai Genhua still thought about serving this old bastard until he was gone, but after a long time, she naturally couldn't hold back, and some sharp and mean-spiritedness was inevitably expressed. Su Daqiang, after having a good time for a while, wasn't as happy as before, and with someone to serve him, his habits of being picky about food and not loving to bathe came back.

Naturally, in this process, the two of them became more and more familiar; how could a couple not quarrel? But quarreling at the head of the bed and making up at the foot of the bed—there was nothing that couldn't be passed. So, for the past half year, they had just stumbled along like this.

This day, Saturday, dinner.

Watching Su Daqiang eat a bite and then stop, Cai Genhua said: "Old Su, what's wrong? Is the food not to your taste?"

Yes, she had changed; she no longer called him "Teacher Su" or used "you" (polite form). Although she was now very dissatisfied with Su Daqiang, compared to what she was after, these were nothing, so her tolerance was much stronger.

"Oh my, it's so hot I can't eat. Little Hua, I don't know what's wrong, but I feel anxious in my heart..."

"That can't be, Old Su, we have the air conditioning on, how can you still be hot? That's just an illusion. Oh, by the way, there's some dark plum soup in the fridge; drink a little and you'll be fine." As she spoke, Cai Genhua got up and went to the fridge to get the dark plum soup, poured two bowls, and came back: "Drink it."

Su Daqiang was somewhat dissatisfied, drooping his face and saying: "Let it sit for a while before drinking; can my stomach handle something so cold?"

Cai Genhua took a big sip of the dark plum soup herself, lowered her head to eat, and completely ignored the old thing.

Now Su Daqiang was even more dissatisfied. After all, this little nanny ate his food, drank his drink, and spent his money; why was this her attitude now? She didn't call him Teacher Su anymore, and there was no polite address; every day was a mess—it was too outrageous.

Su Daqiang held his chopsticks and poked at the dishes on the table: "And this dish, you used to make it much better than this; why is it getting worse and worse now? Did you not take me seriously?"

Cai Genhua knew this old thing was making a fuss over nothing, so she immediately put down her rice bowl: "You have to have a conscience when you speak. I wash clothes and cook, serving you with all my heart and soul; how did I not take you seriously?"

She felt quite wronged; heaven and earth were her witness, she had always cooked like this, and she absolutely hadn't been fooling around. It was just that this old bastard had gotten used to it and was tired of it.

"Wash clothes and cook? With all your heart and soul? Isn't that what you should be doing? You eat my food, spend my money, wear my clothes; shouldn't you be serving me?" Su Daqiang's words were exceptionally harsh.

"Su Daqiang!" Cai Genhua was very unhappy, patting the table, and her voice grew louder: "Do you still treat me as a nanny? What did you say last year? Huh? Did you forget? Now you're saying your true feelings? So you really treated me as a free nanny? You've eaten and wiped your mouth clean, and now you're not going to acknowledge the account, right?"

Su Daqiang wasn't going to take it either. It was true that he was in the wrong for speaking like that, but it didn't matter whether he was in the right or wrong now; what mattered was that she had found someone else she thought was good, so why did she dare to shout at him now? And why was this little nanny's face so ugly? In a daze, he even caught a glimpse of Zhao Meilan's shadow. Not her appearance, but that momentum—that momentum of wanting to ride over his head. He was very unhappy.

He immediately stood up, patted the table, and roared at the little nanny: "I said it, so what? Did I say it wrong? Are you still attentive to me now? Do you still take me seriously? Do you still have me in your eyes? You used to call me Teacher Su, why is it Old Su now? Huh? Didn't I say it right? Are you regretting it? Are you disgusted that I'm older than you? Do you feel embarrassed?"

A series of questions, Su Daqiang's face was red, his breathing was rapid, and he covered his heart with his hand. His blood pressure was also soaring; he was clearly in a real rage.

Cai Genhua wasn't afraid of him looking like this; after all, half a year had passed, and they had quarreled a few times, so it wasn't a big problem. Besides, it would be better if he died; it would save that old bastard from poking around, and she could get the house money—that was one million...

Of course, she wouldn't be stupid enough to deliberately anger him. If she didn't soothe him in this situation and Su Daqiang was angered enough to almost die, wouldn't that be her fault? She immediately ran to get the quick-acting heart-saving pills and, without a word, stuffed ten or so into his mouth.

She stepped forward, stroking his chest while comforting him: "Alright, alright, Old Su, your heart isn't good, and your blood pressure is high, so don't be angry. Is it all my fault, okay? Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Su Daqiang held his breath, eyes wide, and didn't speak, looking like he was about to die. After a long while, he let out a long breath and said weakly: "Sooner or later, I'll be angered to death by you."

"It's you who spoke so harshly, without considering my feelings at all; am I not angry?" Seeing the situation stabilize, Cai Genhua was disappointed, turned her head, and left: "Alright, hurry up and eat."

Unexpectedly, Su Daqiang grabbed her: "I'm not eating, I'm eating you." As he spoke, he wanted to go back to the room; this old bastard wanted to prove himself in a man's way. Because most of the time Cai Genhua would cooperate and shout, which gave him the illusion that he was very majestic.

However, Cai Genhua refused: "You haven't bathed in four days; you can't do it if you don't bathe."

"It's the same to bathe after we're done."

"Let go of me, I still have to eat." Cai Genhua struggled hard, shook off Su Daqiang's hand, turned around, sat at the dining table, and started eating.

Su Daqiang looked at the little nanny eating peacefully, took deep breaths to control himself, and said: "Sleep in the guest room today." He then walked to the living room and turned on the TV, deliberately turning the volume up very high.

Cai Genhua didn't indulge him and let him sulk by himself. She continued to eat, then tidied up the table, washed the dishes, and then, in a leisurely mood, went downstairs to dance square dances, not returning until after nine o'clock in the evening. She ignored Su Daqiang on the sofa, turned, and went to the guest room—the room she lived in when she was a nanny—to play on her phone.

Young people were fine; even if they didn't bathe for a few weeks or even a month, the smell was still acceptable, and except for special constitutions, they rarely smelled bad. But it didn't work for those who were older; even bathing every day was a bit unpleasant, not to mention for a long time, and the smell was too strong. This was also why Zhu Li couldn't stand it before. Just on this point, Cai Genhua was resilient enough; she was a ruthless person.

The little nanny ignored him, and Su Daqiang sulked by himself, actually somewhat regretting it. He wanted to ease things up, or just bathe and force himself on her, and today's matter would have passed. But he didn't know what was wrong; the more he thought, the angrier he got, so he just left it at that, waiting for the little nanny to bow her head to him. Damn it, he had finally been liberated, and now that he had found another one, he just wanted to be comfortable; could he let this little girl ride over his head? She ate his food, drank his drink, wore his clothes, and spent his money; he didn't believe this little girl wouldn't bow her head.

Su Daqiang watched TV with the volume very high until eleven o'clock, and when he couldn't hold on anymore, he returned to the master bedroom to undress and sleep. At this moment, footsteps came to the kitchen, and after a short while, they reached his door, followed by the sound of the door opening. Su Daqiang didn't look at the person at all, but turned his back. If she wanted to bow her head, she had to have his permission first.

Cai Genhua looked at such childish behavior, drooped her face, and forcefully smashed the cup containing water in her hand onto the bedside table: "The water is here; drink it if you're thirsty." After saying this, she turned and left, slamming the door heavily to express her attitude. She had to do what she had to do; now that she was trapped, quarreling was quarreling, but she must not fall at the last hurdle.

Su Daqiang turned back, looked at the tightly closed door, and then looked at the water that had spilled a little on the bedside table. He took a deep breath, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

He was also too tired, and he fell asleep not long after lying there. But he didn't sleep soundly because in his dream, Zhao Meilan was shouting that she wanted to take him away. He was terrified, running endlessly for his life, but he couldn't shake off Zhao Meilan chasing behind him. He ran and ran and ran, chased and chased and chased, and after he didn't know how long, a cliff appeared in front of him. Zhao Meilan laughed terrifyingly with a hideous face, saying some deadly things...

Su Daqiang, lying on the bed, kicked his legs and waved his arms for his life. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his eyes full of bloodshot veins. He felt he couldn't see anything; he felt breathing was so difficult. He wanted to open his mouth to shout but couldn't make a sound. He turned his head with effort, looked at the cup of water on the table, and slowly, slowly, slowly moved his stiff arm, using all his strength to touch it. Finally, he succeeded, successfully knocking the water cup to the ground...

Through the faint light coming in from the window, he looked at the door; he knew that was hope, he could still be saved.

But gradually, in his eyes, the door grew larger and larger, and a hazy figure suddenly emerged, walking toward him step by step. He tried his best to open his eyes wide to see clearly, but couldn't see clearly at all. But for no reason, he knew that was Zhao Meilan...

He tried hard to make a sound, but in the end, using all his strength, he only let out two "Heh heh" sounds. He stared wide-eyed in unwillingness, watching the figure get closer and closer, closer and closer...

Wang Yan, who had returned to accompany his wife and children, was exercising in the morning as usual. After the usual morning routine, it was already past six o'clock, and he went home as usual to prepare to wash up.

However, when he passed the master bedroom, he saw Su Mingyu sitting there blankly with her hair disheveled, so he walked in and asked: "Why are you up so early?"

Su Mingyu raised her head, and a tear slid from the corner of her eye: "My dad is dead..." ===== CHAPTER 290 =====