In this life, his life trajectory had changed.

  Or could it be that Wei Shuyi had experienced this in his previous life but was cured in the end?

  Fang Yusheng could not guess.

  It was inappropriate to guess since it concerned Wei Shuyi’s life and death.

  Fang Yusheng was in a daze when Wei Shuyi suddenly howled in grief on the bed. Then, he rolled around in pain. He knelt on the bed and kept banging his head against the headboard. Fang Yusheng was so shocked that he was stunned. When he regained his senses, he quickly ran up and hugged Wei Shuyi’s upper body, not allowing him to commit self-harm.

  Wei Shuyi was in great pain.

  Every time his illness acted up, it would hurt more.

  Standing close to Wei Shuyi, Fang Yusheng could feel his body temperature rising rapidly. His entire body was burning hot. He stood behind Wei Shuyi and could see the veins on Wei Shuyi’s neck throbbing.

  No one could understand Wei Shuyi’s pain.

  The blood in his body seemed to be boiling. It was as if there were bugs gnawing at his insides and venomous snakes swimming around. The intense pain was wreaking havoc in his lungs. It started from his heart and throughout his tendons.

  “Ah!”


  Wei Shuyi howled in pain.

  When he looked up, Fang Yusheng saw the veins on his forehead bulging. His face was so red that he did not look like a normal person.

  He kept struggling, and Fang Yusheng could barely hold him.

  Wei Shuyi was a little taller than Fang Yusheng and his strength was similar to Fang Yusheng’s. He struggled with all his might, but even Fang Yusheng could not really restrain him. Wei Shuyi finally broke free from Fang Yusheng’s restraint. He rolled down from the bed and curled up on the ground. He hugged his head and knocked onto the bedside table.

  “Ah!” A small cry of surprise came from outside the door.

  Fang Yusheng turned his head and saw Fang Zicheng standing in the middle of the door.

  Fang Yusheng strode over and walked to Fang Zicheng’s side before squatting down. His hands landed on Fang Zicheng’s shoulders as he stared into Fang Zicheng’s eyes. Fang Yusheng said to him, “Cheng Cheng, quickly go back. Don’t stay here.”


  Fang Zicheng’s lips moved for a moment before he asked in fear, “Uncle, what’s wrong?”


  “Uncle is sick. He’s feeling terrible. He will feel even worse if you look at him here. Cheng Cheng, be good and go back first, okay?”


  Hearing that his presence here would worsen his uncle’s pain, Fang Zicheng quickly turned around and ran away. He even stopped Fang Zikai, who was running towards Wei Shuyi and the rest. “Uncle wants to sleep. We need to maintain silence here. Xiao Kai, go back.”


  Fang Zikai said, “But I clearly heard someone shouting over there…”


  Seeing his brother’s expression turn cold, Fang Zikai, who had been good at reading people’s expressions since he was young, immediately shut up.

  Seeing that the two little fellows had left, Fang Yusheng closed the door and walked to Wei Shuyi’s side.

  Gradually, Wei Shuyi calmed down.

  He was still curled up in that position, kneeling on the ground. After waiting for nearly two minutes, he slowly got up, walked to the bed, and lay down weakly.

  Fang Yusheng stood by the bed and looked at Wei Shuyi, who was drenched in sweat. His pink lips were pursed tightly.

  There was a long silence in the room.

  Seeing that Wei Shuyi seemed to have calmed down, Fang Yusheng asked, “How many times has it happened?”


  “It’s been three times. Initially, it would only hurt once every two days. Now, it hurts almost every day.” Wei Shuyi’s face was pale. Fang Yusheng took a towel and walked to the bathroom sink in the guest room. He soaked the towel in warm water and walked over to wipe Wei Shuyi’s face.

  Wei Shuyi smiled at him gratefully.

  He said, “I really wanted to die just now. Be it hanging myself or committing suicide. I only wanted to be released quickly.”


  Fang Yusheng did not reply.

  Wei Shuyi’s eyes ached. He rubbed his face against the soft pillow before saying softly, “But I can’t bear to. I can’t bear to leave her, I can’t bear to leave you guys…” His voice was filled with sobs.

  Fang Yusheng felt terrible.

  He turned his head to look out the window at the grass and remained silent.

  “Rest for a while. Take a shower later and change your clothes. Otherwise, you’ll be discovered.” With that, Fang Yusheng left.

  After Wei Shuyi suffered the ordeal once, he was especially tired.

  He fell asleep very quickly. When he woke up again, there was a new set of clothes on the bedside table, even underwear. Wei Shuyi took off his clothes and went into the bathroom. When he showered, he subconsciously hugged his head and cried.

  After Fang Yusheng sent the clothes to Wei Shuyi’s room, he went to the backyard and called Zhuang Long.

  “What are you doing chicken?”


  Zhuang Long seemed to be very busy. He only picked up after a long time.

  Fang Yusheng went straight to the point. “Is Wei Shuyi’s illness really hopeless?”


  Zhuang Long was a little surprised. “How did you know about Wei Shuyi?”


  “He’s my friend.”


  Zhuang Long’s tone became serious. “So you know each other.” He looked at the reagents in the test tube and had a deeper expression. “Fang Yusheng, this illness can definitely be treated, but I’m not confident in developing the antidote in twenty days.”


  After a moment of silence, Zhuang Long said two words to Fang Yusheng, “Sorry.”


  He was helpless.

  Fang Yusheng said that he understood and hung up.

  If even Zhuang Long was helpless, Wei Shuyi’s illness was probably incurable.

  He was only 32 years old, not even 33 years old.

  So young…


  Fang Zikai was catching earthworms in the courtyard and doing all kinds of mischievous activities.

  Fang Zicheng sat beside Fang Yusheng.

  The two of them had identical eyes and pupils of the same color. Be it their eyes or noses, they looked similar. Only their lips were different. Fang Zicheng and Fang Zikai’s lips were similar to their mother’s. The father and son who sat together and were quite eye-catching.

  Fang Zicheng was playing with his phone while Fang Zicheng frowned.

  He endured it and finally could not help but ask his father softly, “Dad, what illness does Uncle have?”


  Fang Yusheng said, “I don’t know.”


  “Does Uncle hurt like this every day?”


  “Yeah.”


  “Uncle…”


  Fang Zicheng did not know what to say.

  Fang Yusheng put down his phone and said to Fang Zicheng, “Don’t tell Mom or Aunt what you saw today. Other than the three of us, no one else can know. Okay?”


  Fang Zicheng asked again, “Because if others know, will Uncle feel even worse?”


  “Yeah.”


  “Okay.”


  Therefore, when Qiao Jiusheng and Beauty Wu returned from a satisfactory trip, the father and son sat on the sofa in silence.

  Qiao Jiusheng was used to such silence.

  Fang Zicheng was not a talkative child to begin with. When Fang Yusheng and Fang Zicheng were together, they usually did not talk much. Fang Yusheng spoke a little more only when Fang Zikai was with him . In ten sentences, seven of them were used to argue with Fang Zikai.

  Qiao Jiusheng bought many things. Some were for herself, some were for Fang Yusheng, some were for the two children, and some were for Aunt Jin.

  Qi Bufan had been getting busier and busier recently. He had been busy with his career and was no longer Fang Yusheng’s assistant. Even so, Qiao Jiusheng still bought a small gift for Dai Chukong and Fang Yuqing.