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"That's good. In the future, you must treat our Little Star a bit better. I've loved my daughter for so many years, so I'll leave her to you. You must not let her suffer any grievances."

Wen Yiyan solemnly nodded his head to Father Fan: "I will not let her suffer grievances."

Fan Xing looked at Wen Yiyan with a complicated expression but he did not say a word.

And just at that moment, she had a phone call --

It was from Li Baoni.

Fan Xing got up and went to the kitchen to answer the call.

Father Fan looked at her back and gently sighed. "I know her character. She is usually careless, thoughtless, and muddle-headed. She must have given you a lot of trouble."

She is.

Although it was already pretty good that he was cooking now, he could barely eat it.

However, when she first married him, the food was bad and the pot was burnt out by her.

Every time he looked at her, she would laugh at him.

Pitiful.

As Wen Yiyan thought about Fan Xing's foolish appearance, the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled up, "She's very good, and very meticulous."

"Right, she is extremely meticulous." Father Fan continued, "It looks like she doesn't care about anything. Nothing will hurt her, but her heart is extremely sensitive."

He stopped to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat. "Little Xing has two attitudes when it comes to things — — when it's a small matter and it's a big one, she'll endure it until one day she can't stand it any longer. When that happens, there's nothing left to be done."

Wen Yiyan looked at Father Fan, his eyes firm. "I will treat her well for the rest of my life."

Fan Xing had just returned after receiving the call, and heard Wen Yiyan's words.

The balance in his heart involuntarily tilted to the side that trusted him.

Fan Xing pursed her lips.

It was always like this, as long as he said something that touched her a little, she felt that everything could be trusted.

But the evidence of his deceit is so conclusive...

Father Fan was very pleased with his answer.

The two of them talked about recent events, and when it was about time, they packed their things and went to Mrs. Wen's place to eat.

When they arrived at Mrs. Wen's home, he was preparing a meal. She came out with a spatula and opened the door for them.

The two children obediently called out, "Mom!"

The Mrs. Wen smiled kindly as he subconsciously raised the spatula in his hand and saw Father Fan. "Hey, you're all here. It's been a while since Mu Yang last saw you.

Father Fan smiled and replied as he entered the room, "Not too long ago. We just met a month ago."

Mrs. Wen closed the door at the back, and then walked in: "When people get old, their days would slow down. I keep having the feeling that they're already married for three or four months, and that it's only been a month since I last looked at the calendar."

"That's right. Time waits for no one. The two children have already gotten married."

"That's right, that's right. I just called Old Jiang. He'll come over with his son in a while."

"I haven't seen him for over ten years."

"Yeah, I just saw him a few days ago. Nothing has changed."

The two of them chatted for a while longer before Mrs. Wen ran into the kitchen to continue her work for dinner.

Ever since Wen Yiyan had heard his mother say that Old Jiang would bring his son, who was also Fan Xing's Senior Brother, over, his face had turned pale for a moment.

He frowned, and looked towards the lady beside him. Seeing Fan Xing laughing, his eyes slightly narrowed, becoming a little flustered, but quickly disguised himself.

Fan Xing was indeed very happy.

After all, he would be able to meet his playmate when he was young.

The three of them sat on the sofa and thought about their own things.

Just as Wen Yiyan was racking his brains to think of a way to make Fan Xing avoid Jiang Ke, Fan Xing received a call from the hospital.

The hospital said the newly admitted high school patient had a sudden attack and was now on the viaduct, seeking death.

There was no way for his mother to calm him down. She had to call a therapist to see if she could calm him down.

After hanging up the phone in the hospital, he immediately contacted Jiang Ke.

She explained the situation to him and arranged to go with him.

Fan Xing hurriedly took his handbag, "Father, I have some urgent matters to attend to at the hospital, I'll go back and take care of them."

Wen Yiyan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, took his key and followed: "I'll send you."

Fan Xing did not refuse. Father Fan said worriedly, "Slow down, be careful on the way."

On top of a huge concrete bridge, a boy wearing a high school uniform was standing outside the fence, swaying in the sea breeze.

A beautiful young woman was trying her best to persuade the male student a few meters away. "Handsome and obedient. Come quickly. That place is dangerous."

The boy was on guard against everyone as he yelled, "Don't worry about me. Just let me die."

A middle-aged woman cried as she held her hand to her left shoulder. There, she said, "Son, if you die, what will happen to your mother? How do you want Mommy to live? "

The boy stuck his hands into his hair and pulled with all his might. The pain on his face became more and more severe. "He won't hit you anymore. He entered the hospital. I hit him. I hurt him."

When the young woman saw this, she carefully took a step forward.

The boy immediately shouted, "Don't come over here!"

"Alright, I'm not going. Don't get excited."

The woman raised her hands to comfort the boy. Then, she withdrew her foot that she had just taken.

She stood where she was and spoke in as gentle a voice as possible, "Junwei, you heard from your sister that there is nothing more important than one's own life. People only have one life, so you should properly cherish it."

The boy's body lightly trembled in the cold wind.

He cried and laughed as he said, "My father only knows how to hit my mother every day. I could only watch as my mother was beaten by him without being able to fight back. Today, I finally got back at him. I sent him to the hospital because of this disgusting disease, which made me a monster that was neither human nor ghost. Everyone thought that I was a monster, so what's the point of a monster living? "

The middle-aged woman cried until she could barely breathe. She stuttered, "No, you, you are not a monster. Mom knows you are not. Handsome, come here …" Mom, we can't do without you. "

The young woman continued to gently persuade him. "That's right, you're so handsome, you're just trying to protect your mother. You're not a monster, you're just a good child who knows how to protect his mother."

The boy stared at the wound on the middle-aged woman's left shoulder and shouted at the top of his lungs, "No, I'm just a monster. If I go crazy, I won't recognize any of my relatives. Not only have I injured the devil, I've also injured my mother."

The middle-aged woman sobbed, "Mom is fine, kid. Mom knows you didn't mean to … "Come here, Mom will take you home."

The male student's face revealed despair that was like dying embers. "I can't go back. I can't go back anymore."

When Wen Yiyan and Fan Xing rushed to the scene, the firefighters had already sealed off the road.

They stood off to the side, keeping an eye on the boy's every move.

At this moment, the boy had a dispirited look on his face. He turned around and was about to jump into the sea.

Fan Xing's face changed, "Wait, Shen Junwei!"