SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"Pfft," Su Nianhe chuckled, her eyes filled with even deeper love. "Alright, I was just saying that casually. Well, it's a deal then."

"I will only marry you in this life, and you can only marry me in this life."

Lin Mu nodded solemnly: "Okay, the agreement is valid."

Inside the pink SUV, Yu Ning stared intently at the scene, her eyes filled with shock. She murmured, "Little Ning dares not be curious about this person anymore... Sister loves this man too much..."

A moment later, the back door was gently opened.

Su Nianhe got into the car carrying six exquisitely packaged bags.

She casually tossed the packaging bag aside, her beautiful eyes gazing affectionately at the man outside the car: "Lin Mu, remember my words, if you miss me, call me immediately, understand?"

Lin Mu nodded, his voice a little naive: "If I miss you, I'll call you. I understand."

"Silly."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Nianhe raised her delicate hand, and the moment her fingertips touched her red lips, she blew a kiss to Lin Mu, her voice sweet and cloying: "I love you~"

The car door closed gently, and Yu Ning lightly pressed the accelerator, deliberately slowing down the car to give the two of them enough time to look at each other.

Lin Mu stood there, watching the pink SUV disappear from sight, a sudden emptiness filling his heart. He murmured, "This feeling... is it longing?"

Inside the pink SUV.

Su Nianhe's expression suddenly turned cold, as if the tenderness and affection from before had been covered by a layer of ice: "Xiao Ning, what's wrong?"

Yu Ning respectfully replied, "Sister, the two elders from the central government and the people from Bai Zhou all entered Zhenbei City today. Could it be that they discovered...?"

"Heh..." Su Nianhe sneered, a sharp glint in her eyes: "You've practically delivered yourself to my doorstep..."

Before he could finish speaking, a rapid telephone ring suddenly broke the silence.

Su Nianhe frowned slightly, but her expression instantly relaxed when she saw the caller ID, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

She answered the phone immediately, her voice gentle: "Why are you calling so soon after I've just left your sight?"

Lin Mu's voice came clearly from the other end of the phone: "Didn't you say that if I missed you, I would call you?"

I miss you right now.

"Pfft—" Su Nianhe covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes filled with joy, even her voice was brimming with excitement:

"Think about it, I miss you too."

……

Outside a detached villa in the North District, one kilometer away from the Sun and Moon Cafe.

A black sedan slowly pulled up in front of the main gate. As Zhao Shanhe opened the car door, a guard in black was already waiting beside the car with his head bowed: "Boss, you've arrived."

Zhao Shanhe nodded slightly, his voice low: "How has the old man been lately?"

The guard paused for a moment, then answered truthfully, "I've been conscious more often lately than before, but each time it only lasts for about ten seconds, and I can't even utter a complete sentence."

Zhao Shanhe sighed softly and walked towards the villa's gate.

Inside the living room, several guards in black bowed their heads simultaneously: "Boss."

He nodded and went straight to the second floor.

In the bedroom on the second floor, an elderly man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly at the neon lights outside.

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhao Shanhe waved his hand to signal the guards inside to quietly retreat.

The footsteps approached, but the old man remained unmoved, his eyes still vacant.

Zhao Shanhe walked to his side, knelt down on one knee, and said in a very soft voice, "Father, Shanhe has arrived."

The old man's body trembled violently, his empty eyes slowly turning to him. His lips moved for a long time before he finally managed to utter two words: "Mountain... River?"

Zhao Shanhe grasped the old man's withered hand, his voice even softer: "Yes, your son has come to see you."

"Grandson, you... have arrived," the old man said in a trembling voice.

Zhao Shanhe was taken aback: "Father, I am your son."

The old man shook his head, his gray hair swaying with the movement, and his empty eyes looked at him again: "Son? No... you are my grandson."

Zhao Shanhe gave a helpless bitter laugh, a low sigh escaping his throat: "Fine, whatever you say. From now on, I'm your grandson."

"Hmm." The old man nodded in satisfaction, his withered hand slowly rising, finally hovering in mid-air, not falling towards his face: "Son...why...did you pretend to be his grandson?"

"I……"

Zhao Shanhe's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but sigh. He gently patted the old man's hand: "Father, so I'm a son now, right?"

The old man stopped looking at him, his empty gaze continuing to stare out the window: "You... are my son... Shanhe... are my grandson..."

Zhao Shanhe looked up helplessly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, lowering his voice even further: "I understand what you mean. From now on, I will be both your son and your grandson."

Seeing that the old man no longer responded, Zhao Shanhe sighed again. Just as he stood up, a withered hand suddenly grabbed his wrist!

Zhao Shanhe's heart skipped a beat, his expression suddenly filled with joy, and he gently clasped his hands back, saying, "Father! You..."

A faint glimmer of light appeared in the old man's empty eyes, like a candle flickering in the wind. He looked out the window and spoke in a trembling voice, "Mountains and rivers..."

"Father, I'm here!" Zhao Shanhe's voice trembled with excitement.

The old man still didn't look at him, but instead, facing the neon lights outside the window, he mustered all his strength to utter a few words: "Live well... the older generation... isn't quite dead yet..."

"Father! Shanhe doesn't understand! Could you explain in more detail..."

Zhao Shanhe was extremely anxious, but he kept his voice very soft, afraid of disturbing this rare moment of clarity.

The old man's chest heaved violently as he uttered a few more words, each one seemingly squeezed from his throat: "The real...enemy...comes...from...north...of...China..."

Zhao Shanhe's expression changed drastically. He leaned forward, his voice urgent: "Father, could it be that... there really is something outside of China...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's gaze suddenly became unfocused again. He looked at Zhao Shanhe and asked in confusion, "Who... are you?"

Zhao Shanhe closed his eyes and sighed inwardly: Why did it break down at the crucial moment again?

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and spoke even softer: "Father, I am your son."

"You... are not."

"Then I am your grandson."

"Grandson...you're impersonating...my son..."

After a moment, Zhao Shanhe gently squeezed the old man's withered hand: "Father, I will come again in half a month. You will definitely get better."

The old man's eyes were vacant, and he did not respond; only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still awake.

Zhao Shanhe walked out of the room, and the door closed gently.

The old man's intermittent voice finally rang out inside the room, accompanied by a few suppressed coughs:

"Cough...cough cough..."

"My body... is completely rotten..."

"This old life... should have been buried long ago..."

"Before the lamp goes out... it must... be lit one last time..."

"But...it's not...the time yet..."