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

Fu Ziliu refused to accept this cruel reality and cried, "Brother, Sister Kerou will bless Dad to get through this."

But her limp body had already refuted her naive idea.

She glared angrily at He Qihan, then pounced on him and beat him mercilessly.

"You pervert, you devil! My dad was willing to give up his company and go abroad to be with you. He couldn't bear to send you to prison, but you, you pervert, still haven't given up your murderous intent and have actually come back to kill me..."

Fu Ziliu was furious and started hitting and cursing at the same time.

She should have gone with her father when he went abroad.

Her father couldn't bear to see her go, so she took He Qihan inside herself.

Being soft-hearted can easily lead to trouble.

I am heartbroken by my father's passing, but I also resent his soft heart.

What she couldn't understand was that her father willingly let He Qihan, this devil, kill him, without hating him.

"You're a beast! You almost smothered my brother to death at the hospital, and we've already chosen not to pursue it. Why did you have to come back and ruin my brother and sister-in-law's wedding? You've ruined our happy day..."

Fu Ziliu wished he could beat He Qihan to death.

He Qihan forgot to resist and was still staring blankly at Fu Zhenlong.

An emotion welled up inside me.

It's guilt.

The hatred disappeared, replaced by guilt.

If he hadn't come back with her, he would be shopping for groceries with his mother abroad right now.

He chose this bloody path over a happy life.

He thought he wouldn't regret it.

But at this moment, the painful emotions in my heart cannot be ignored.

There was no pleasure from revenge, only guilt and a faint sadness.

He killed his own father with his own hands!

He wondered if there would be a miracle, and if Fu Zhenlong could come back to life.

Everyone knew there was no hope, but they couldn't help trying to comfort themselves.

Grandma saw Fu Zhenlong's blood-stained coat and fainted on the spot because she was so afraid of blood.

The onlookers, unable to bear the bloody scene, dispersed one after another.

The wedding turned into a funeral.

A deep sense of sadness permeated the atmosphere at the scene.

When the ambulance arrived, Fu Zhenlong was pronounced dead on the spot after less than ten minutes of resuscitation efforts. Fu Ziliu fainted from crying.

Fu Zhengting felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on him, but he had to pull himself together.

Remembering what the medical staff who were treating me said, if the bullet had missed its mark slightly, I could still have been saved.

But it hit right in the heart, and there was no way to save him.

He glared at He Qihan with resentment.

He wished he could kill He Qihan on the spot to accompany his father in death.

The police arrived shortly afterward and stopped Fu Zhengting's actions.

Mu Tiantian didn't want Fu Zhengting to do anything impulsive. Although she really wanted He Qihan to die at Fu Zhengting's hands, she still rationally restrained the thought and pulled Fu Zhengting back.

After understanding the situation, the police took notes and took He Qihan into the police car.

Before being taken away in the police car, He Qihan glanced at Fu Zhenlong lying in a pool of blood.

Because of excessive blood loss, his lips turned white, and his entire upper body was soaked in blood.

The words Fu Zhenlong said to him before he died, "I don't hate you," and especially that loving look in his eyes, replayed in his mind. At this moment, he was overwhelmed by a great sense of guilt.

Only at this moment did he feel true regret.

He regretted not taking his mother's advice to heart.

"dad!"

He didn't have the courage to call out "Dad" aloud; he could only silently utter it in his heart.

He never received love in his entire life.

But the look in Fu Zhenlong's eyes before he died made him feel a deep sense of paternal love.

He wanted to go down and check on Fu Zhenlong, but the police car drove away.

Fu Zhengting picked up Fu Zhenlong's body again, feeling his father's presence one last time.

Blood stained his white suit.

He looked at Fu Zhenlong's deathly pale face with heartbreaking grief, and choked out the word "Dad".

He hated his father, but ultimately he couldn't sever the bond of blood ties.

No matter how hateful a father may be, he is still the one who brought him into this world.

The debt of gratitude for giving birth to a child can never be erased.

He shed tears, tears that fell onto Fu Zhenlong's face.

If there are souls, and the father's soul floats up there and sees him crying, would he be comforted?

He has chosen to forgive his father.

This was the first time Mu Tiantian had ever seen Fu Zhengting cry.

He had suffered several injuries before, experiencing unbearable pain, but he never shed a tear.

At this moment, however, he cried like an abandoned child.

Her heart broke.

I never expected this wedding to end like this.

If she had known this calamity would come, she would have preferred not to have the wedding.

She wanted to comfort Fu Zhengting, but felt that Fu Zhengting had the right to release him.

She let him cry without saying a word, simply staying by his side and gently stroking his back.

Seeing her son crying so sadly, Xiao Hailan's eyes also stung, and her heart ached.

Respect for the dead is paramount. At this moment, all past grievances vanished like smoke.

The unease I felt in my heart is gone.

Qin Dongyang's eyes also reddened; he couldn't bear to look and turned his head away.

When Fu Zhenlong spoke words of remorse when Yang Guanghui handed over his phone to play the recording, the last trace of unease in his heart disappeared.

Fu Zhenlong's death was forgiven by everyone.

He Qihan let go of his hatred, and Xiao Hailan and Qin Dongyang were at peace with each other.

The three couples originally planned to go on a date after the wedding, but the current atmosphere was really not suitable.

Fu Zhenlong's body was taken back to the hospital.

This incident was reported by journalists and caused a great sensation online; even foreign media outlets reported on it.

When He Meijuan woke up abroad, she learned about the incident from her neighbors. Unable to accept it, she fainted on the spot.

Seven days later, Fu Zhenlong's funeral was held at the funeral home.

He Meijuan rushed back.

Dressed in all black, she walked to the center of the wreath with a sorrowful expression and looked at Fu Zhenlong's black and white photo.

She had chosen to forgive, but Fu Zhenlong was dead.

She was killed by her own son.

She never expected it to turn out this way.

She was clutching a piece of paper in her hand.

She found it in the drawer of her desk when she came back from packing.

It was left to her by Fu Zhenlong.

The words above brought tears to her eyes:

Meijuan, I've been really happy these past three months. If I go back and can't come up to be with you, don't be afraid. No matter how cold Ahan is, he won't hurt you.

Fu Zhenlong seemed to have a premonition.

He had a premonition that he was going to die.

But he still chose to go back.

He used his death to protect his two sons.

She consulted a lawyer, and if her son's attitude towards admitting guilt is acceptable, the death penalty may not be necessary.

She didn't understand the law, but as long as her son didn't die, that was all that mattered.

Even enduring many years of hardship is better than being shot.

She will wait until her son is born.

It was her fault; she pushed her son into the abyss of revenge.

She knelt down in front of Fu Zhenlong's portrait, feeling deeply guilty.

All those past loves and hates have long since disappeared.