She regretted divorcing the female CEO.

Si Yang remembered; it was the old lady he had personally brought back, a rather lovely old woman.

I felt very sorry for him; he was a very kind old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man remembered him at this moment.

It seems that the old man personally intervened in the previous controversy surrounding the Daxia Club.

Si Yang hadn't said a word of thanks yet, and he knew that the other person didn't care about such things.

She had long ago dedicated her life to this country.

Si Yang's steps were unusually heavy as he opened the door to the ward.

Si Yang arrived at the bedside, and the doctor came out and nodded to several people in the corridor.

The ward was suddenly packed with people, which meant that there was no hope of recovery.

What should be the final honors bestowed upon the elderly?

What were the old man's last words?

Or rather, her last wishes had to be fulfilled if they could be.

The moment Si Yang appeared, the old man struggled to open his eyes.

Looking at Si Yang, his gaunt face was expressionless, except for a hint of a smile in his cloudy eyes.

With difficulty, he raised his hand and beckoned to Si Yang.

Si Yang walked to the old man's bedside. He was used to seeing life and death, but at this moment, he still felt a little heavy-hearted.

The old man grasped Si Yang's hand. "I'm sorry, I promised you, but I got so busy that I forgot, and so..." The old man's voice was unusually strained.

"It's all in the past," Si Yang said with a smile.

"I'm busy, I forget about it when I'm busy."

"When I think back, it's all already happened." The old man gently stroked Si Yang's face.

"You've grown quite a bit," the old man said softly.

"Hmm!" Si Yang smiled at the old man.

"You are a good boy," the old man whispered.

"It's them."

"They're dishonest!" the old man gritted his teeth, his voice sharp.

Faced with the old man's accusations, the group of bigwigs in the ward lowered their heads and silently endured the spittle.

"From now on, live well."

"I have nothing to leave you."

"Good boy." The old man held Si Yang's hand, which fell limply to his side.

She didn't mention what would happen after her death, but she had already explained everything else that needed to be explained.

Just before she died, she remembered the young man who, amidst gunfire and countless pursuits, led her step by step back to the Great Xia Dynasty.

She felt indebted to him.

She had promised to take care of Si Yue, but when she got busy, she forgot everything, and by the time she came to her senses, it was too late.

a storm.

And there was the child's sorrowful figure as he left.

She felt sorry for him.

If she doesn't speak up, I'm afraid no one will be willing to say a word for him.

Si Yang held the old man's hand until it was cold.

It turns out there was an old man in this world who always thought of him.

She had no children and dedicated her life to scientific research and to the country.

In this moment of detachment, I still remember him.

Si Yang's eyes were unusually red.

He smiled as he looked at the group of big shots in the room.

He put down the old man's cold hand, got up, and left the ward.

Outside the ward, Si Yang gently lit a cigarette.

Lei Laohu appeared behind Si Yang. "Since you're here, stay for a few days!" Lei Laohu said softly.

Si Yang smiled but didn't say anything.

This purest, most selfless concern weighed heavily on his heart.

"Yes, we have to wait until her funeral is over," Si Yang said softly.

"Shall we go to his house and take a look?" Lei Laohu asked.

"No." Si Yang shook his head.

I went downstairs and left the hospital directly.

Lei Laohu watched Si Yang's retreating figure, a hint of sadness appearing in his eyes.

"Yeah! They're dishonest!" Lei Laohu smiled bitterly.

He wasn't a participant back then, but he never said a word for Si Yang.

He was Si Yang's maternal grandfather, his biological grandfather.

And what about the old man who just passed away?

She was only grateful for Si Yang's kindness, and she was still thinking about it even on her deathbed.

Therefore, it's reasonable for Si Yang to look down on the Lei family and on him.

In this vast city of Kyoto, who has ever spoken a word for this child?

Si Yang went downstairs; the weather in the capital was bitterly cold.

The sky was overcast, and it seemed like it was going to snow.

Si Yang extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand.

A car stopped next to Si Yang, the window rolled down, revealing Ye Qingyan's face.

"Dad said you should come to the house for a visit," Ye Qingyan said softly to Si Yang.

She knew that Si Yang must be feeling terrible.

The old man just called and asked her to come pick up Si Yang.

The old man was in the ward just now; he was a witness.

"Alright! Since we're here, we should at least go and take a look." Si Yang smiled.

Once in the car, the question was asked, "Is your third uncle home?"

"Are you still afraid of him?" Ye Qingyan smiled.

"I wouldn't say I'm afraid. Actually, your third uncle is a good person," Si Yang said with a smile.

Si Yang fears no one, but he is unwilling to have a guilty conscience.

"Don't worry, my third uncle doesn't hold a grudge against you. Grandpa also said he deserved it."

"If it weren't for you! If it were someone else, who knows what would have happened to my third uncle!" Ye Qingyan said softly.

"If it were someone else, your third uncle might not have said anything!" Si Yang chuckled.

"People, once they reach a certain point, can no longer speak freely."

"Even immediate family members are not allowed," Si Yang laughed.

Ye Qingyan drove the car and said softly, "Actually, neither my dad nor my grandpa has any feelings for you!"

Si Yang may face some criticism regarding his relationships with women.

However, in terms of his character and conduct, there is nothing to criticize.

"My dad said that if someone else were in your shoes, they definitely wouldn't have done what you did," Ye Qingyan said softly.

"Call me stupid, huh?" Si Yang laughed!

Ye Qingyan chuckled, "Why can't you understand good and bad advice?"

Si Yang laughed heartily, "It's rare to see your dad praising someone."

"Actually, I have more faith in your dad than Li Zhendong!"

"Li Zhendong is ultimately not composed enough," Si Yang smiled.

"My dad will be very happy to hear that," Ye Qingyan said with a smile.

"I was just saying that casually. Don't tell your dad. It would be a laughing stock if it got out. People of that level are beyond my ability to comment on."

"And your dad, when he praises me, it's more like he's reluctantly accepting it."

"At least, before he takes that step, he really can't do anything to me," Si Yang chuckled.

The same goes for Li Zhendong.

"Si Yang, aren't we going to go take a look?" Ye Qingyan said softly.

She didn't want to say too much about this topic. Si Yang respected Ye Mengwan's parents as if they were his own.

However, they kept their distance from his family, Li Chuning's side, and even the Lei family.

In fact, Si Yang was clear-headed, and Ye Qingyan knew it too.

Whether such families are respected or not doesn't seem to be that important.

It's just personal feelings! It's only a very small aspect.

"I'm not going!" Si Yang said softly without hesitation.

Ye Qingyan's eyes dimmed. "Well, we're already here."

Si Yang smiled and said, "If I go, he'll probably lose his temper."