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

He sent Yang Guanghui a message: "We can talk things out and clear things up. I will never call the police. I hope you can keep your promise and not kill the woman my son likes. When my son wakes up tomorrow, I will have him talk to you in person."

Yang Guanghui could imagine how scared Fu Zhenlong was just by looking at the message Fu Zhenlong sent.

He laughed mockingly, enjoying the feeling of being in control.

Too lazy to go back to Fu Zhenlong, I continued driving.

Fu Zhenlong waited for several minutes but received no reply.

My heart felt even heavier.

Mu Tiantian absolutely cannot get into trouble!

For his son, and also for... Qin Dongyang.

But there's nothing we can do right now, and this passive waiting is disheartening.

Anan gritted his teeth and said, "Let's wait. That's all we can do now."

He regretted rushing back first.

If they keep an eye on Yang Guanghui, Yang Guanghui will have no chance to make a move.

Even though he knew the old man was in danger, he still relaxed his guard and went to rest in the car.

He never expected that no sooner had he left than Yang Guanghui would rush back to Nancheng so impatiently.

Fu Zhenlong was also filled with regret and self-blame, muttering, "I shouldn't have let Mu Tiantian go downstairs to get the milk tea herself."

Even without Yang Guanghui, there would be other dangerous factors late at night.

If the deliveryman is a bad person and takes advantage of Mu Tiantian out of lust, it would be equally dangerous.

At that moment, all I could think about was whether Xu Xia would commit suicide when no one was around.

Xu Xia belatedly realized that she had dragged Fu Zhenlong down, and she felt very upset.

I did have extreme thoughts about committing suicide to go with my daughter.

But fearing it would upset her daughter, she changed her mind.

For her daughter's sake, she had to persevere.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the ward was very oppressive.

Fu Zhengting's fever returned, leaving him delirious, his head burning and buzzing. He desperately wanted to wake up, but he was too exhausted.

Fu Zhenlong temporarily put aside his worries, went downstairs to the inpatient department to buy a towel and a washbasin, filled a basin with warm water, wrung it out, and repeatedly applied it to Fu Zhengting's forehead.

This was the only way to bring down my son's fever.

Anan wanted to go find someone, but felt it was unnecessary to do so.

But staying in the ward and waiting like this isn't a good idea.

When the boss wakes up, he'll probably curse him to death.

And so, time passed little by little as they struggled with this dilemma.

No matter how tired I am, I have no desire to sleep.

Fu Zhenlong stayed by Fu Zhengting's bedside without leaving him for a moment.

She just wanted her son's fever to break quickly so he could wake up and see Yang Guanghui, and not be so weak.

Xu Xia lay on the hospital bed, looking at Fu Zhenlong. Her eyes were sore from sleepiness, but she didn't want to go to sleep.

The last few hours of the night were agonizing for the three of them.

Fu Zhenlong would occasionally apply a compress to Fu Zhengting's forehead, while also keeping an eye on his phone, hoping for Yang Guanghui's second call.

Finally, dawn broke.

As light shone in, the three squinted their sore eyes.

Fu Zhenlong quickly touched Fu Zhengting's forehead.

I just took the towel off, and within seconds it was scalding hot again.

Given my son's physical condition, this is a huge blow.

Fu Zhengting frowned repeatedly.

My head feels dizzy, like it's constantly buzzing.

He hasn't had a fever in a long time.

As far as I can remember, I haven't had a fever since that one time when I was a child.

He dreamt of scenes from his childhood, especially the time he had a fever that nearly damaged his brain, yet his mother remained unmoved.

She just watched coldly, without even a hint of wavering.

That scene deeply pierced his heart.

"Ah Shen, are you feeling very unwell?"

Fu Zhenlong felt terrible seeing his son in so much pain.

Fu Zhengting vaguely heard a familiar voice, and thinking of Mu Tiantian, he forced himself to wake up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw her father and Anan in the ward, but she didn't see Mu Tiantian.

"Where's Sweetie?"

He had already gone downstairs before he could ask the question.

Once my feet touched the ground, I realized how incredibly heavy my head was.

He swayed and almost lost his balance.

Fu Zhenlong quickly helped Fu Zhengting up.

What should we do now? My son is still so weak.

Of all times, I got sick.

Fu Zhengting glanced around the room to make sure Mu Tiantian wasn't there. Seeing Fu Zhenlong's somber expression, he immediately had a bad feeling. He quickly looked at Anan beside him and asked again, "Why isn't Tiantian here?"

He raised his hand to rub his temples, quickly sorting through his memories of last night.

Sweetie put him to bed, and he fell asleep without realizing it!

Something must have happened during that time!

Fu Zhenlong and Anan exchanged a glance, neither of them knowing how to talk to Fu Zhengting in a way that would calm him down.

Fu Zhengting's unease deepened, and he raised his voice, urging Anan, "Answer me!"

Anan had no choice but to tell Fu Zhengting the truth about what happened in the latter half of last night.

Fu Zhengting was furious after hearing this; his eyes could kill Anan.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

He was sleeping here when Tian Tian was kidnapped.

He doesn't lie down much.

If you just cheer up, you can hold on.

At least several hours have passed since the middle of the night.

Sweetie must be terrified.

He had only one idea.

Go see that damned Yang Guanghui immediately.

My head was already spinning, and when I got emotional, my vision blurred again, and I almost collapsed once more.

Fu Zhenlong and Anan helped him up at the same time.

"Ah Shen, I know you're anxious, but how can Dad let you go see Yang Guanghui in your current state?"

Fu Zhenlong knew his son would be angry if he said these words, but he still had to say them.

Fu Zhengting took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

The father's concerns were not unfounded.

I'm afraid I'll faint on the way before I even get to see Tian Tian.

He sat down on the cot and instructed Anan, "Go and call the doctor to come and examine me."

At the very least, I need to make sure I can drive there.

Anan obeyed the instructions and went out.

Fu Zhengting lay down to calm himself down, then asked Fu Zhenlong, "Did Yang Guanghui say what time he would contact me?"

He wanted to see what tricks this old man was up to.

Before Yang Guanghui contacted him, Tiantian was safe.

Thinking this way, his tense nerves were able to relax a little.

We must not panic now.

Fu Zhenlong replied, "He didn't say. We can only wait for his call now."

Fortunately, my son was rational enough.

Although I was anxious, I didn't impulsively leave immediately.