Sie Yufei had spent all his restraint on Guan Manling in this lifetime.
Otherwise, he would have forcibly taken her home long ago.
Now, he only regretted not forcing her to marry him.
He was pressing down on Old Wu's neck, wanting to question him why, after marrying her, he did not cherish her properly, why she was so sick, why, why...
Old Wu was having difficulty breathing, his face already swelling red.
But he didn't struggle; the emptiness and helplessness in his eyes left him without the will to break free.
Guan Manling had spoken to him about Sie Yufei.
Ideas that had always been buried deep in Old Wu's heart were now hooked out by Sie Yufei's wool coat, leather gloves, and the shiny silver watch on his wrist.
He suddenly remembered what the doctor had said before.
"... For one month, it would probably cost around one hundred and fifty yuan, maybe even more, and once started, treatment couldn't be stopped arbitrarily..."
