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

He Qihan also applied for release from the detention center.

Seeing his sincere attitude, the police brought him to the funeral.

He Qihan walked into the funeral home, and the people on both sides reacted with a look of hatred that wished they could kill him.

Especially Fu Zhengting and Fu Ziliu.

The painful memories of their wedding day resurfaced, and the two of them were about to walk towards He Qihan.

Mu Tiantian grabbed Fu Zhengting.

Xiao Hailan stopped Fu Ziliu.

"Mom, let me go! I'm going to kill this freakish monster and make him apologize to Dad. How dare he even show his face here..."

Fu Ziliu was so angry that her teeth itched, and she struggled with all her might.

Although Uncle Zhong also wanted He Qihan to atone for his sins with his death, he thought that revenge would only lead to more revenge, and the best outcome would be to let the judge decide.

He joined in and pulled Fu Ziliu back.

Faced with everyone's resentment, He Qihan twitched the corner of his mouth, neither afraid nor concerned.

Under the watchful eyes of two policemen, he walked to the front of the wreath.

He Meijuan turned her head, looked at He Qihan, and asked painfully, "Qihan, why were you so foolish?"

In just one week, my son became incredibly slovenly.

His face had thinned out, and his lips were covered in stubble.

That feeling of dejection, it was as if all the energy in a person had been drained away.

She was afraid her son would be bullied inside, so she couldn't eat or sleep well and was constantly worried.

He Qihan did not answer He Meijuan, still harboring resentment towards her.

The mother asked so innocently.

Why is he like this? It's all thanks to his mother.

He chose to ignore He Meijuan and went straight to Fu Zhenlong's portrait, gazing at it intently.

"You devil, you're just crocodile tears! The person is dead, what's the meaning of coming here looking guilty?" Fu Ziliu cursed angrily.

"Get out of here! Don't dirty this place, don't disgust my father! Get out, get out!"

She cursed furiously, her voice filled with unbearable rage.

She even cursed He Meijuan, "And you, you hypocritical woman, you've been up to no good since you first appeared with your son. You secretly gave birth to He Qihan behind my father's back, so don't blame my father for not giving you and your son a legitimate status."

"You're so vicious! You raised your son as a pawn for so many years, and now your good son has finally killed my father for you. Are you satisfied? What are you doing here now?"

He Meijuan wanted to refute, but couldn't find the words to say for a moment.

At first, she did indeed have the same thoughts as Fu Ziliu described.

Seeing that He Meijuan didn't refute, Fu Ziliu laughed sarcastically, "He Meijuan, just wait for your son to be executed. Even if he confesses, we will resolutely not forgive him. As long as we don't forgive him, he will be executed!"

He Meijuan looked at Fu Ziliu in horror, then at her son.

The son seemed unafraid at all when he heard about the death penalty.

She was afraid her son would abandon her!

She wanted to say something to He Qihan, but He Qihan turned away, unwilling to see her.

Since life is so oppressive anyway, I might as well die sooner and be free.

He hopes to be reborn into a good family in his next life.

Whether he faces the death penalty or not is irrelevant to him.

He used this attitude to tell his mother about his choice.

He Meijuan understood, and tears welled up in her eyes.

With tear-filled eyes, she watched her son's desperate back as he walked away without looking back, her heart aching.

The son she had raised with such care for so many years was finally going to leave her.

If her son doesn't want to live, then no matter how she tries to persuade him, it's useless.

She chased after him, but He Qihan didn't want to see her. He bluntly told her not to visit him in prison, as he wouldn't see her.

She watched He Qihan get into the police car without even glancing at her.

She chased after them, and He Qihan urged the police to drive faster.

The police didn't want to waste time, and seeing how determined He Qihan was, they had no choice but to obey and drive away.

He Meijuan ran after her.

But the car drove off in a flash, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up.

I ran for too long and tripped and fell.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't stand up for a moment. She sat there watching the police car drive away, crying her heart out.

Her son told her in such a resolute manner that she shouldn't waste her time.

From then on, she was all alone!

*

After the funeral, back at the villa, while sleeping, Mu Tiantian pulled Fu Zhengting into her arms and gently patted his back to comfort him.

"Ah Shen, don't be sad. After our child is born, we'll take her (him) to see Dad! Dad left with a smile on his face. He protected me and our child. He had no regrets."

She could only comfort Fu Zhengting with the children.

It turns out that someone who was once so hateful can become so good.

That shows that Fu Zhenlong is upright at heart.

Fu Ziliu wasn't the kind of person who was truly sarcastic or mean-spirited.

Fu Zhengting didn't speak, burying his face in Mu Tiantian's chest.

Fortunately, Sweetie is by my side.

Otherwise, I don't know how I would have gotten through it.

Looking at Fu Zhengting, who was like a child, Mu Tiantian smiled gently. Even the most aloof man has a vulnerable side like a child.

So much has happened lately. Thinking about the unborn child, she couldn't help but think about naming the baby. To distract herself from Fu Zhengting's grief, she started a conversation, "Ah Shen, what do you think? If it's a girl, we can name her Fu Congrong, what do you say?"

No matter what you go through, you can remain calm and composed.

Fu Zhengting's attention was immediately diverted. He abruptly looked up at Mu Tiantian, "Which Cistanche?"

Mu Tiantian grabbed Fu Zhengting's hand and wrote it on his palm.

Fu Zhengting thought the name was particularly good.

It sounds pleasant and flows smoothly, and it looks beautiful when written down.

A child whose father would risk his life to protect, whether a boy or a girl, is bound to be a good child.

"If it's a boy, we'll name him Fu... Fu Ping'an!"

Mu Tiantian said with a slightly awkward twitch of her lips, "Fu Ping'an's name seems a bit rustic."

Fu Zhengting was initially feeling down, but seeing Mu Tiantian's innocent reaction, he found her incredibly cute. He gently rubbed her cheeks and then pulled her into his arms.

When you're heartbroken, holding the woman you love makes the pain less intense.

He lowered his head and pressed his ear against Mu Tiantian's belly, wanting to hear the baby's movements.

I finally made it to the hospital and was discharged, but then my father had an accident.

He hasn't even consummated his marriage with Tian Tian yet.

He couldn't concentrate on anything for the past seven days because of his father's situation.

Now that my father's funeral has just ended, it's not really appropriate to be intimate.

He could only hold Mu Tiantian tightly, and just feeling her presence was enough to make him feel content.

"Ah Shen, hurry up and think of a name for a boy. What should we name him?" Mu Tiantian thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a name for a boy.