Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Cerberus's ears perked up, his red eyes lit up, and he glanced back at him, a look of surprise flashing across his face for a moment, but he quickly put on an act and said—

"Actually, I don't need any reward. I just want my master to be happy."

"You little rascal."

Chen Ming smiled; this kind of hypocrisy only made him seem adorable.

The white van stopped for a while in front of the hospital.

Gu Qing's mother looked at the car with some confusion, and then saw the car door open, and her daughter appeared in front of her.

A hint of surprise immediately appeared on her somewhat pale face, but she was stunned when she saw Chen Ming next to Gu Qing.

His eyes slowly fell on their clasped hands, and his slightly wrinkled eyes widened slightly.

Looking into the other person's eyes, Chen Ming felt something was amiss, smiled, and prepared to let go of Gu Qing's hand.

But Gu Qing gripped his arm tightly, looking up at him with a nervous expression, and said cautiously—

"You promised... you'd always stay with me..."

"……it is good."

Chen Ming didn't say much, and asked Cerberus to put the car away first, while he looked at Gu Qing's mother who was facing them.

After her initial surprise, she looked at Gu Qing and asked—

"he is……"

"Hello, Auntie, my name is Chen Ming."

"Hello."

When Chen Ming introduced himself, the woman bowed slightly to him, then forced a smile and looked at him, saying—

"I am Gu Qing's mother... Are you Gu Qing's friend?"

Chen Ming was about to answer when Gu Qing, as if arguing back, stared at her mother and said—

"No."

"Hey?"

Gu Qing's mother was taken aback again, then seemed to realize something, and couldn't help but feel worried, her gaze becoming somewhat wary.

It's actually quite inevitable.

Chen Ming thought to himself, after all, he had never had any contact with Gu Qing's parents before, and now that they had suddenly appeared, Gu Qing was still unwilling to let go...

It's like a wild boar that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started rooting up cabbages.

Now that Chen Ming has a daughter of his own, he understands this feeling quite well, so he didn't find Gu Qing's mother's reaction strange.

It's normal for her to react; it's a sign that she cares about her daughter. Chen Ming looked at this still charming woman, who bore a resemblance to Gu Qing. Why would Gu Qing dislike such a mother?

At least she gave Chen Ming a good first impression. Gu Qing's previous words made him think he was going to meet some ugly, devilish parents, but she seemed quite normal.

Lowering expectations makes everything seem more pleasing?

Or is it because the lady is very beautiful?

Compared to her aunt, who was also middle-aged, Gu Qing's mother was prettier. While Gu Qing's mother's face bore the marks of time, which could be considered a kind of charm, Chen Ming was still definitely biased towards his lover.

Beauty is in the eyes of beholder.

Gu Qing's mother opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at her daughter, she hesitated.

The high heels rubbed against the ground.

Looking at her like this, Gu Qing said—

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Her attitude can be described as extremely high-pressure and domineering, which is her usual approach when communicating with her parents.

Chen Ming glanced at Gu Qing and said—

"Don't do that."

Chen Ming knew she was actually very uneasy, and this attitude wouldn't help resolve the situation. She had lost her composure, so he needed to support her and guide her correctly.

"..."

Upon hearing Chen Ming's voice, Gu Qing bit her lower lip and lowered her head.

Looking at her, Gu Qing's mother couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her head, but she put her hand down as soon as she raised it.

Now that things have come to this, I don't know how to communicate with her anymore. I've really failed as a mother.

She placed her hands back in front of her, folded them together, and remained silent, head bowed.

Watching the mother and daughter silently facing each other, Chen Ming felt a headache coming on. He wasn't exactly a good communicator, but for things to proceed, he had to speak up—

"Well... there are more important things to do, aren't there?"

"..."

Gu Qing's mother looked up at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and said—

"Yes... Mr. Chen Ming is right."

"Just call me Chen Ming."

Chen Ming nodded, feeling somewhat unworthy of being addressed as "sir" by his elders.

Gu Qing's mother nodded and said—

"My name is Bai Xiu."

"Aunt Bai."

Chen Ming is always very polite in front of outsiders, but he shows a strange side to his own people.

Aunt Bai glanced at Gu Qing and said—

"Come on, let's go."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, his lips trembling slightly, trying his best to keep his voice from changing tone, and forced himself to say—

"Go see him one last time."

Chapter 643 An Angelic Figure

stomping on...

Aunt Bai led the way slowly, while Chen Ming and Gu Qing followed behind her, watching her back.

Back then, Aunt Bai must have been a very strong and capable woman, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to manage the Gu family together with Mr. Gu for so long.

However, to outsiders, this person now appears to be someone in their twilight years.

Although he is only middle-aged, he feels like he is in the twilight of his life.

It's not just because lifespan is shortened, but also because seeing a lifelong companion about to leave inevitably causes heartache. In such farewells, it is always the one left behind who suffers the most.

Chen Ming lowered his eyelids slightly and held Gu Qing's hand tightly.

At this moment, Aunt Bai seemed to be muttering in her sleep, and a voice came from the front—

“He suddenly collapsed a few days ago. We were looking for you and took him to a county hospital while passing through a county town, but they couldn’t do anything about it. Now we’ve brought him here, and the doctor said… there’s no need to send him to Beijing.”

Even if it lasts for a few hours, it can't hold on any longer, and sending it over will only leave us helpless.

No one knew what terrible disease Mr. Gu had contracted. A perfectly healthy man, within a few days, seemed to have lost all his vitality, turning into withered branches and fallen leaves.

There are many strange diseases in this world, and when faced with such unusual situations, it's no wonder doctors don't try their best.

Everything was already written in the pact with the devil.

Aunt Bai's voice sounded calm, but Chen Ming could still detect a slight tremor; her inner self was far from as calm as she appeared.

Walking in front, perhaps she didn't want anyone to see her current expression?

Gu Qing gripped Chen Ming's arm tightly, as if trying to draw strength from him, and said through gritted teeth—

"Why...why make a deal with the devil..."

Tap tap.

Aunt Bai stopped, but didn't turn around. She seemed to take a few breaths to calm herself before saying—

"Because you are our child."

I'd risk my life to protect you for the rest of my life.

Gu Qing wavered, clenching her teeth tightly, her expression a complex mix of pain and uncertainty. Chen Ming patted her head, trying to comfort her.

The three of them walked together to a secluded ward.

A group of doctors and nurses were watching and talking outside the door. When they saw Aunt Bai return, they all nodded to her.

In the intensive care unit, a gaunt-faced man lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by a bunch of machines, his vital signs almost gone.

Gu Qing stared wide-eyed at the person on the bed.

Is that still the same person she remembers? The guy who used to be so intimidating and powerful, who didn't lose his swagger even after she ousted him from the stage.

She no longer wanted to be called a father.

Now he looks like a corpse, his body has shrunk, and his hair is gray.

Gu Qing was in a daze. They had just had a big fight, but now it felt like they were about to be separated forever, as if thirty years of time had passed rapidly on him.

It was dusk.

Aunt Bai looked down at her lover, slowly sat down on the edge of his bed, reached out and took his withered hand, wrapping it in her palms.

She lowered her head, pressed his hand to her lips, and said—

“He actually has a lot to say to you… Over the years, he has thought about many things. Since you took over, we have been doing nothing at home and thinking about things for so many years.”

"Perhaps we were too impatient. We felt that you didn't have much time left and were so pitiful. We wanted to give you the best things in the world: talent, wealth, power... The world is so prosperous, but your time is so short. We were very anxious and tried every means to make you successful."

"After eliminating the power within the family and rendering them no threat to you, you persuaded the old man to acknowledge you. Still not satisfied, you used every means to pursue some elusive inheritance, hoping that a true immortal would come to save you..."

"But in the end, it was all for nothing."