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

Mu Tiantian naturally knew that Fu Zhengting was not a superficial person who only looked at appearances.

But she liked to bicker with Fu Zhengting, continuing to feign anger, "I didn't even mind that you're old, and you're already complaining about me being fat, hmph~"

With a haughty lift of her chin, she said sarcastically, "I can lose weight if I'm fat, but you old man are old, and no amount of money can make you young again."

Fu Zhengting, "..."

Sweetie is not someone to mess with. He just said something casually, and Sweetie immediately responded with a sharp tongue.

Every word was like a knife to the heart!

I used to think that being old was no big deal, but now I'm scared because of Wen Kerou's death.

He was genuinely afraid of dying before Tian Tian.

Mu Tiantian noticed that Fu Zhengting's expression was off, and she was lost in thought.

She immediately changed her tune, grabbed Fu Zhengting's arm, and grinned, "Brother Shen, I was just teasing you. I don't want you to go back to your youth. I like older men, they're old enough and have a lot of charm, you know that."

Fu Zhengting again, "..."

Ling Jieyu was speechless. "..."

Mu Tiantian has a good sense of humor.

No, it's not just a little.

Fu Zhengting's suppressed emotions were released, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

He suddenly remembered Han Huimin's youngest son, "Did you say the same thing when you rejected Han Qikai?"

Mu Tiantian nodded slyly, "How did you know?"

Ling Jieyu felt even more speechless.

However, Mu Tiantian is an exception. Instead of choosing the young and strong male athlete, she chose Fu Zhengting, an older man who is 12 years her senior.

But when he thought back to the time he arm-wrestled at the martial arts school, he changed his mind.

Although Fu Zhengting is a bit older, his strength is in no way inferior to that of younger people, and he is even stronger than them.

He was completely convinced of his defeat.

Fu Zhengting noticed Ling Jieyu eavesdropping on the gossip, narrowed his eyes in displeasure, but didn't take it to heart.

He put his arm around Mu Tiantian's waist and asked, "So, what was Han Qikai's answer?"

Mu Tiantian recalled the comical scene of Han Qikai showing off his abs and laughed, "He said you were too old and your body couldn't keep up, and that he was super strong and told me to choose him."

The next thing Fu Zhengting said made her stop laughing: "You know best whether my body is up to it or not."

Cough cough cough cough!

This is like digging a hole and burying yourself.

She chuckled and suggested to Fu Zhengting, "Brother Shen, stop talking now and save your energy for the hospital."

She's afraid she won't be able to stop once the topic comes up.

Ling Jieyu is still here, this is so awkward.

She also didn't want to talk about Wen Kerou, her biological father, or Fu Zhenlong.

One is too sad, the other too heavy.

Having finally reunited with Brother Shen, she hoped to enjoy a brief moment of relaxation.

She leaned her head against Fu Zhengting's shoulder.

Life is too fragile and unpredictable; we must cherish every day we are alive.

Fu Zhengting didn't want to talk anymore. He turned his head and quietly looked at Mu Tiantian, the corners of his mouth maintaining an upward curve, and the smile in his eyes was happy and satisfied.

Once the car quieted down, the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Ling Jieyu felt a little awkward, so he played a song while waiting at a red light.

There was a song on his playlist that he used to really enjoy listening to for a while.

Hao Yun's "To Live"

He didn't expect that Fu Zhengting also liked this somewhat obscure song.

He always liked to listen to this song while waiting at a red light.

Looking at the bustling streets and the passersby, a question always pops into his mind.

What is the purpose of human life?

He still hasn't found an answer.

Mu Tiantian heard this song for the first time, but was amazed by the lyrics.

Especially those two lines: "Hurried and rushed, why is life always like this? Is this how I'm supposed to spend my life?"

She might have been confused before about what the purpose of living was.

Meeting Fu Zhengting and falling in love with him gave her life something to care about and meaning.

She understood the meaning of life.

Her fingers intertwined with Fu Zhengting's, their fingers locked together.

It is said that in the past, travel was slow and people loved only one person in their lifetime.

Such love may be rare in this era, but she believes it still exists.

Isn't that her and Fu Zhengting?

Fu Zhengting is already 35 years old. If he lives to be 100, he has 65 years left to live.

65 years actually passed very quickly.

She doesn't ask to live to be 100, but only to live to be 88, a lucky number.

She didn't want to die before Fu Zhengting, nor did she want Fu Zhengting to leave before her.

If she could, she would wish to die on the same day, month, and year.

But this is impossible.

Unless she commits suicide to accompany Fu Zhengting.

Leaning on Fu Zhengting's shoulder and watching the pedestrians walk by outside the car window, she suddenly became very sentimental, thinking a lot and far ahead.

Even after the song ended, she still felt sad and heavy-hearted.

As if on the same wavelength, Fu Zhengting tilted his head and leaned it against hers, asking, "Sweetie, what are you thinking about?"

Mu Tiantian smiled and shook her head. "I wasn't thinking about anything."

Why think so much? It will only increase your sadness.

Just live in the moment.

She will make Wen Kerou's blessing come true, and she will be happy with Fu Zhengting.

Fu Zhengting placed his hand on Mu Tiantian's head, gently cradling it in his palm and lightly kissing her hair. "Tiantian, don't think about anything nonsense."

He can think about it all by himself.

Sweetie only cares about being happy and carefree.

Mu Tiantian obediently hummed in agreement.

However, looking down at the wound on Fu Zhengting's knee, the scene replayed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel sad when she remembered her father turning his face away and saying that he would pretend she didn't have a daughter.

The biological father must be very sad right now.

Qin family.

The guests left one after another.

Ling Yakun was worried about Qin Dongyang, so he didn't rush to leave.

Ling's mother stayed with him in the living room, keeping Old Master Qin company.

Because the wedding was ruined, Old Master Qin kept apologizing to Ling Ya Kun.

Although Ling Ya-kun felt it was a pity, he accepted the fact.

However, punishment for the son is inevitable.

Jiang Hui sat next to Grandpa Qin, her mind preoccupied with the situation of Mu Tiantian and Fu Zhengting.

I was always worried that Fu Zhengting would get seriously injured if he knelt down.

Xia Guiying stood at the door of the study, not in a hurry to knock.

After uttering those harsh words, Qin Dongyang went into his study, closed the door, and never came out again.

I picked up my favorite book, but I couldn't get into any of the content.

The thought that his daughter would abandon him, her own father, for the sake of his enemy's son pained him deeply.

What did it matter how hard he searched for his daughter all those years, and how he refused to have a second child for her sake?

He couldn't compare to the son of his enemy.

Xia Guiying could hear Qin Dongyang's sighs even through the door.

I know that when Qin Dongyang is in a bad mood, he likes to lock himself in a quiet space and shut himself off from everything outside.

She deliberately gave him space to think quietly.

However, some things are better said sooner rather than later.

After much deliberation, she finally raised her hand to knock on the door.

"Ah Ying, I know it's you. You don't need to say anything to me, just let me be alone for a while."

Qin Dongyang did not intend to open the door.

"You'll never solve the problem by avoiding it like this. I have something important to tell you, about Fu Zhenlong and Yang Guanghui," Xia Guiying said bluntly.

Qin Dongyang paused slightly as he flipped through the pages, then looked up at the closed door.

His curiosity was piqued.