Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Fu Zhenlong's heart skipped a beat. Although he couldn't see his son's expression in the darkness, he knew from his son's tone that his son must have guessed something.

My son is so smart, how could he not sense it?

He could see Xiao Hailan's awkwardness and discomfort.

"Ah Shen, why do you ask that?" He didn't know whether he should answer the truth.

"It was an intuition. From the first moment I saw my mother, I had a feeling that something was wrong. There was no closeness like that between mother and son," Fu Zhengting frankly expressed his feelings.

Fu Zhenlong felt a tightness in his chest and a sense of unease.

He felt afraid his son would remember, so he decided to take the initiative and explain things to him.

My son has a long future ahead of him; he'll remember someday.

"Shen, I hope you never remember the coldness your mother showed you in the past, and I hope you don't blame your mother. The culprit is me..."

Fu Zhengting wasn't surprised by this answer.

His intuition was correct.

He was mentally prepared. "Dad, tell me the truth."

Fu Zhenlong took a deep breath and began to tell his son about the wrong things he had done in the past...

*

Mu Tiantian returned to the Qin family home, went into her room, changed into her pajamas, lay on the soft bed, hugged her panda doll, feeling warm and cozy, and felt very happy.

Having a rich dad and living in a beautiful room is something many people dream of.

How perfect it would be if my biological father and Fu Zhenlong had no feud.

She picked up her phone, opened Fu Zhengting's WeChat page, looked at the chat history, and smiled foolishly.

She felt that dialing the wrong number was God's arrangement.

People destined to be together will meet again in other ways, even if they part ways.

Since I'm so destined to be with Fu Zhengting, I absolutely have to try and be with him.

She kissed Fu Zhengting's photo in the chat background, and drifted off to sleep sweetly, filled with wonderful dreams.

Qin Dongyang went to the study to pay his respects to his mother, then returned to his room, lay down, and couldn't fall asleep no matter what he did after turning off the light.

My mind is still filled with thoughts of the past.

Xia Guiying turned over, placed her hand on Qin Dongyang's stomach and gently hugged it, yawned, and mumbled sleepily, "Dongyang, don't think so much, go to sleep quickly, we still have to go to the temple to calculate the auspicious date tomorrow."

Qin Dongyang was somewhat flattered.

His wife hadn't hugged him like this in many years.

Now that his daughter is back by his side and his relationship with his wife has improved, he should be happy and content, and shouldn't be affected by those unimportant people and things.

He hummed in agreement, patted Xia Guiying's hand, and forced himself to clear his mind by closing his eyes.

……

Fu Zhengting and Fu Zhenlong couldn't sleep.

Both of them stared at the air with their eyes open.

After learning the truth, Fu Zhengting didn't say anything, but turned over and went to sleep with his back to Fu Zhenlong.

A fog seemed to have settled over my mind, and I couldn't shake it off.

This feeling is indescribably uncomfortable.

Even without the memory, imagining those scenes from my father's words still hurts me deeply.

He finally understood the reason.

No wonder his mother always looked at him with a vacant gaze and never dared to face him.

Should he hate his mother or his father?

Before he knew the truth, he could still call Fu Zhenlong "Dad" naturally, but after learning the truth, he felt uncomfortable and couldn't say it anymore.

No wonder Uncle Zhong was unwilling to tell him.

Uncle Zhong was afraid that he would be heartbroken if he found out.

Only Uncle Zhong truly loved him.

He never even had the love of his parents.

The fog in my heart spread, and my mood was as dark and gloomy as the gray sky.

Fu Zhenlong was sleeping upright, but his face was turned to look at Fu Zhengting's back.

He could clearly sense his son's growing distance.

He somewhat regretted telling his son the truth.

But rather than worrying that his son will remember on his own, it would be more sincere for him to tell him.

He wanted to apologize to his son countless times, but no matter how he opened his mouth, he couldn't say it.

Before we knew it, dawn had broken.

Just as he mustered the courage to speak, Fu Zhengting got off the hospital bed.

He immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Fu Zhengting glanced sideways at Fu Zhenlong on the hospital bed.

Knowing that Fu Zhenlong was pretending to be asleep, he didn't say anything. Overcoming his discomfort, he pulled the blanket up to cover Fu Zhenlong and then turned and left.

Fu Zhenlong only dared to open his eyes after the footsteps faded into the distance.

He looked down at the blanket covering him, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Fu Zhengting went up to the VIP ward, and Anan just opened the door and came out.

Anan had stayed up all night and his eyes were sore and sore. He thought he was hallucinating, so he rubbed his eyes and confirmed that it was indeed Fu Zhengting.

He smiled and called out "Brother Shen," then went over to put his arm around Fu Zhengting's shoulder.

Ever since Fu Zhengting lost his memory, he no longer treats Fu Zhengting as his boss.

Be buddies.

Fu Zhengting slapped away his clutches.

He suppressed his smile and began to seriously examine Fu Zhengting. "What's wrong, Brother Shen? Who upset you?"

He had just opened the door and hadn't even had time to close it when Xiao Hailan and Jiang Hui woke up early and were packing their things to be discharged from the hospital.

The two glanced at Fu Zhengting and were somewhat surprised that he had woken up so early.

Jiang Hui put down the bag in her hand, went to the door and said to Fu Zhengting, "Ah Shen, you must take more rest. Don't forget you're still a patient."

Since Tian Tian wasn't with Ashen, she had to supervise in Tian Tian's place.

When Fu Zhengting met Jiang Hui's concerned gaze, his heart, which had been chilled by his parents' coldness, felt a touch of warmth.

He smiled at Jiang Hui and hummed in agreement, "I will."

Xiao Hailan then came out of the ward, glanced at Fu Zhengting's thin clothes, and mustered up her courage to say, "It's cold, take care to keep warm."

Thinking of something, she went back to the ward, took out the sweater that had been knitted overnight, and handed it to Fu Zhengting. "The sweater is almost finished. Wear it when you go out to keep warm. The scarf will take a while to finish."

Fu Zhengting glanced down at the sweater, the words Fu Zhenlong had spoken to him last night echoing in his ears.

Because the mother disliked the father, she did not treat him as her own son.

Although his father didn't go into much detail, only giving a few examples under his repeated questioning, he still felt deeply hurt.

When he was a child, he was sick with a fever, and his mother did not take care of him; it was Uncle Zhong who took care of him.

Uncle Zhong had mentioned this to him at the beginning.

At that time, he wondered why his parents weren't taking care of him.

At the time, I thought maybe my parents were too busy managing the company to have time.

What he found most unacceptable was that when he fell and cut his lip, bleeding profusely, his mother could watch indifferently.

How cold-blooded must one be to be so ruthless?

Even a stranger would feel sorry for her if they saw it.

A knot seemed to grow in his heart; he couldn't overcome the unease and coldly said, "I don't need it, you can keep it yourself."

He pushed open the ward door and went into his ward.

Xiao Hailan's ingratiating smile froze.

She could clearly sense her son's estrangement.

Her son's attitude towards her was alright yesterday, so why did it suddenly change...?

Has my son regained his memory?

Anan and Jiang Hui were also puzzled.

"You guys pack up first, I'll go in and check on him."

As Anan spoke, he entered Fu Zhengting's ward.

Before he could speak, Fu Zhengting said, "Anan, have others investigate, and you go to Yang Guanghui's hometown in the countryside to keep an eye on him."

During their chat last night, Fu Zhengting wrote down the address that Fu Zhenlong had given him.

He typed it out and sent it to Anan on WeChat.

"Understood, Brother Shen." Anan nodded obediently, pretending to turn and leave, but then turned back to scrutinize Fu Zhengting, unable to resist asking, "Brother Shen, have you... regained your memories?"

"No," Fu Zhengting said indifferently.

He will try his best to remember.

He wanted to remember everything, both happy and unhappy.

Anan was even more puzzled and asked again, "Then how come you...?"

He didn't know how to ask Fu Zhengting so that he wouldn't feel so bad.

Fu Zhengting wasn't in the mood to answer and went into the restroom.

He turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water.

His skin was numb from the cold, but it couldn't be colder than his heart.

Anan wanted to go in and get to the bottom of things; he wouldn't feel at ease until he understood the situation clearly.

But then he felt that Fu Zhengting wouldn't tell him.

It still takes Uncle Zhong to handle this.

This is going to ruin Uncle Zhong's cozy time with his wife and daughters again.

He left the ward, closed the door, and made a phone call to Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, Brother Shen has suddenly become very unhappy for some reason and urgently needs you. Please come back quickly; I have to keep an eye on someone..."

When Uncle Zhong heard that it was about Fu Zhengting, he immediately agreed.

Fortunately, his wife and daughter were very understanding. Knowing the depth of his relationship with Fu Zhengting, they didn't complain. Instead, they told him to take good care of Fu Zhengting.

Uncle Zhong ate a quick breakfast and then drove to the hospital.

Xiao Hailan and Jiang Hui watched as Anan hung up the phone. Knowing that Uncle Zhong had come to the hospital to take care of Fu Zhengting, they were no longer so worried.

Xiao Hailan felt a pang of sadness whenever she thought of her son's distant and indifferent gaze.

If it wasn't his son regaining his memory, then it must be something Fu Zhenlong said to his son.

Jiang Hui comforted her, "Alan, don't overthink it. Once Uncle Zhong arrives and calms Ashen down, I'll ask him again."

To prevent Xiao Hailan from overthinking, she pulled her inside to continue packing.

After packing up his laptop, Anan remembered Fu Zhengting's instructions and decided to wait until the two of them were fully packed before escorting them out of the hospital to avoid any safety concerns.

Before entering the elevator, Xiao Hailan turned her head to look at Fu Zhengting's hospital room, still feeling very sad.

Jiang Hui pulled her into the elevator.

As Fu Zhengting left the restroom, he kept his ears perked up, paying close attention to the sounds outside.

Thinking of what Jiang Hui said last night, her mother specially stayed in Jiang Hui's ward so that it would be convenient for her to visit him.

He gave a mocking smirk.

During this unhappy time, he missed Mu Tiantian even more.

I opened Mu Tiantian's WeChat and really wanted to video call her.

But since we can't be together, video calls will only make me miss you more.

You can only process your bad emotions on your own.

I'm feeling a bit dizzy after staying up late for two nights in a row.

He lay down on the hospital bed, closed his eyes, and forced himself not to think about anything.

After Jiang Hui was discharged from the hospital, Anan drove the two of them to their rented apartment. He waited until Jiang Hui called Zhong Qiuyi to come down and pick them up, and then watched the three of them go upstairs before driving away.

To celebrate Jiang Hui's discharge from the hospital, Zhong Qiuyi suggested going out for hot pot that evening.

Jiang Hui glanced at Xiao Hailan, who was still grieving, and smiled at Zhong Qiuyi, "No need to wait until tonight, let's go now."

After spending so long in the hospital, she wanted to go shopping.

Zhong Qiuyi rubbed her stomach, swallowed hard, and nodded, "Okay, I'm so desperate to lose weight, I'm starving. Today I'm going to have a big indulgent meal."

"Why are you trying to lose weight like that? It's okay to be a little chubby if you're healthy. Being able to eat is a blessing." Jiang Hui touched Zhong Qiuyi's chubby cheeks.

Zhong Qiuyi smiled憨厚ly, "Aunt Jiang is right."

Although she always talks about losing weight, she has never abused her stomach.

I was so hungry I couldn't stand it for more than a second, and I still had to eat.

You need to eat well to have the energy to lose weight.

She also didn't ignore Xiao Hailan, who was standing to the side, and asked Xiao Hailan what she liked to eat.

Xiao Hailan wasn't in the mood to eat, but not wanting to spoil the mood, she smiled and replied, "I'm fine with anything, I'm not picky."

She couldn't find authentic hot pot abroad, and hot pot was the most comforting thing to eat when it was cold. She also missed the taste of hot pot.

When I'm in a bad mood, nothing tastes good.

"That's good. Please wait for me while I change into a nice outfit and put on some light makeup."

Zhong Qiuyi returned to her rented room and finished in ten minutes.

Before Zhong Qiuyi arrived, Xiao Hailan told Jiang Hui that she didn't want to go. Jiang Hui pulled her up, "No, Alan, you have to come with me. I want to buy some winter clothes. Can you help me choose?"

Whether Xiao Hailan wanted it or not, she pulled her along and went out.

Zhong Qiuyi had called a car in advance. She sat in the passenger seat, while Xiao Hailan and Jiang Hui sat in the back.

Jiang Hui glanced out the car window, thinking of Mu Tiantian.

If only Sweetie were here, she loves eating hot pot in winter.

Even though they are not biological mother and daughter, Mu Tiantian and Jiang Hui have a telepathic connection.

She dreamed that Jiang Hui took her to eat hot pot.

The hot pot broth is steaming hot, and you can cook beef balls and other hot pot ingredients in it. It's a simple kind of happiness that makes you so easily satisfied.

She moved her lips, waking up abruptly from hunger.

I opened Jiang Hui's WeChat, wanting to send her a message, but I was afraid of waking her up.

After thinking about it, I decided to refrain from posting it.

I was so hungry I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go downstairs and see what kind of breakfast I could get.

It hurts terribly as soon as I get out of bed and put my feet on the ground.

She looked at her heel; it was even redder, and the area where the skin had broken was swollen.

She really admires people who are good at wearing high heels.

Slippers are much more comfortable to wear.

She went into the bathroom in her slippers, quickly washed up, put on a long coat, and went downstairs.

Xia Guiying and Qin Dongyang got up early because they planned to go to the temple to calculate the auspicious date today.

The maid had prepared breakfast, but Xia Guiying was worried that Mu Tiantian wouldn't get enough sleep, so she didn't rush to wake her.

Since Grandpa Qin had just been discharged from the hospital, he needed to sleep in even more, so Qin Dongyang didn't rush to call his father for breakfast.

Qin Dongyang instructed the servants not to wake the grandfather and grandson, and that he and Xia Guiying would eat first.

Xia Guiying drank her porridge and shared her thoughts with Qin Dongyang.

"Dongyang, if the date the sorcerer has chosen is later, should we still listen to him? I think it would be better to just hold the ceremony three days from now!"

Qin Dongyang frowned; he had also considered this concern.

As soon as Mu Tiantian arrived at the restaurant, she heard these two sentences from her mother. She stopped in her tracks and hid at the door to eavesdrop.

No, the wedding absolutely cannot be allowed to proceed smoothly.

Suddenly, a bold idea flashed into her mind...