Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Jin Si Nian replied casually, "Yes, I won't go back. You're not comfortable staying at the old house. I'll just stay here with you this year."

Nan Zhi's fingers were firmly held in his palm, her heart still uneasy, and she whispered in distress, "Then... what about... what about Jin Fu... what about Madam?"

A few days ago, Mrs. Jin called specifically to ask the two of them to come back to the old house for the New Year, but Jin Si Nian refused outright.

"Don't worry about her. You're pregnant now, don't dwell on these troublesome things."

Nan Zhi bit her lower lip, hesitatingly advising, "Why don't you... go back home alone for the New Year?"

Jin Si Nian stiffened, his tone instantly turning somber, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of grievance: "Is it bad for me to stay with you?"

"Do you really want me to go back to the old house alone?"

"Madam Jin is your mother, you should go back and reunite with her." Nan Zhi honestly expressed his true feelings.

Jin Si Nian looked down at her protruding belly and retorted confidently, "You are still my wife, and staying with you is what I should do."

"Don't try to persuade me anymore, I won't change my mind."

"My eldest brother will stay at the old house to keep our mother company, so we don't need to worry about him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang twice in a row. The caller ID showed "Dr. Zhao".

Jin Si Nian's heart tightened, knowing that there must be new information about Lao Liu's treatment. He turned around and walked to the balcony to answer the phone.

The cold winter wind blew against his face, dispelling the previous ambiguous heat in the room. Jin Si Nian's voice returned to its usual cold and deep tone: "What is it?"

Dr. Zhao's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with joy: "Second Young Master, Old Liu has finished the second phase of treatment and has regained consciousness. He can recognize the people around him, but his past memories are still blurry."

"I thought that if we could contact his family, it might help him recall the details of the car accident."

"Second Young Master, do you think this might help us contact his family?"

Jin Si Nian gripped his phone tightly with all five fingers, his brow furrowed: "Old Liu has a daughter who is a sophomore at S University, and his wife stays in their hometown to farm."

"I immediately instructed Assistant Zhang to pick up his daughter. I'm heading to the hospital right now."

After hanging up the phone, an overwhelming sense of excitement welled up inside me. The truth behind the car accident, which had remained dormant for many years, was finally about to be revealed.

Turning around, he saw Nan Zhian standing quietly behind him, in the wind.

Jin Si Nian frowned and quickly stepped forward, taking off his coat and wrapping it around her: "It's so cold outside, why did you come out and stand here?"

Nan Zhi pursed her lips and asked softly, "You...you're going out?"

"Um."

"I...I want to go with you too."

Jin Nian immediately frowned and decisively refused: "No."

Nan Zhi's face immediately fell, her expression full of displeasure.

Jin Si Nian sighed helplessly, pinching his brow, and patiently coaxed, "Zhi Zhi, I'm not going out for a stroll, I'm going to the hospital to take care of some important business."

"You're seven months pregnant with twins, and it's freezing cold. Going out would be too much of a hassle. Just stay home and wait for me, okay?"

Nan Zhi: ……

She just wanted to go together.

After several attempts to persuade her, he finally gave in to the stubborn girl, sighed, and said, "I'm afraid of you."

He pinched Nan Zhi's little face: "Can you please stop looking so sullen at me in the future?"

He had no choice but to take her with him, secretly thinking to himself that he must be crazy to bring her, who was pregnant with twins, to the hospital.

In the ward's rest area, Old Liu sat quietly on the sofa, his eyes still somewhat blank and confused.

He used to be crazy and delusional, but now that he's sober, he exudes a gentle and refined air.

Jin Si Nian held Nan Zhi's hand and kept muttering to himself, full of regret: "Grandma knew that I took you out in such cold weather, and she scolded me for a long time."

"You little ingrate, Zhizhi, not only did you not speak up for me, you were also laughing on the sidelines."

How sinister!

"I'm never bringing you out again."

"I'm the one who gets all the scolding."

He thought it was a good thing his grandmother didn't know, otherwise he would have been beaten, not just scolded.

Nan Zhi pulled her thick coat tighter around herself and remained silent.

She dared not plead for him; if she did, her grandmother would scold her as well, so it was better to let Jin Si Nian take the scolding alone.

Kings gently squeezed her cold little hand, then chuckled helplessly, "So I'm just here to take the fall for you. I'm never taking you out again."

The ward door was gently pushed open, and Jin Si Nian led Nan Zhi inside.

Before Jin Si Nian could even say hello, Lao Liu looked up and saw Nan Zhi. His eyes instantly turned red, and he stumbled forward to grab her hand.

"Vivi, my Vivi?"

Old Liu's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes filled with tears, and he choked out in a soft voice, "It's Dad, don't you recognize Dad?"

As he finished speaking, he slowly released Nan Zhi's hand, bowing his head with deep remorse: "It's all my fault. For so many years, I haven't been able to go back to see you and your mother."

Jin Si Nian's face darkened, and he immediately stepped forward to block Nan Zhi, about to explain, "Uncle Liu, you've mistaken her for someone else, she..."

Nan Zhi suddenly tugged at her sleeve, and she stammered softly, "Let him talk a little longer."

Old Liu was completely oblivious to Jin Si Nian standing to the side, his gaze fixed on Nan Zhi, filled with long and intense longing, as he repeatedly whispered, "Weiwei, it's your father."

He caught a glimpse of his own haggard and aged appearance reflected on the black screen of the television on the wall, and was suddenly startled.

Over the years, he has been suffering from drugs and brain injury in a daze. He looks decades older than he did back then. It's hard to believe that so many years have passed.

Old Liu slumped onto the sofa, his voice dejected: "It's normal that you don't recognize me; we've been separated for too many years."

"I'm getting old, and you're so grown up."

A cold glint appeared in Jin Si Nian's eyes. Taking advantage of Liu's lucidity, he asked seriously, "Uncle Liu, do you remember me?"

Old Liu looked up at him blankly, his eyes full of confusion, and casually guessed, "Are you Weiwei's boyfriend?"

"No," Jin Si Nian said calmly, "Uncle Liu, I am Si Nian, my surname is Jin..."

To everyone's surprise, Old Liu immediately turned his head away and shook his head stiffly in denial: "I don't know him, I don't know anyone with the surname Jin, don't ask me anymore."

Jin Si Nian froze, instantly realizing that Lao Liu's behavior was abnormal. He said in a deep voice, "Uncle Liu, you clearly know me, why won't you admit it?"

"What exactly happened in that car accident back then...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

"ah--!"

When the old stories were mentioned, Lao Liu suddenly lost control, his emotions became violently agitated, and his mind, which had just regained some clarity, instantly collapsed. He began to mutter incoherent nonsense that no one could understand.

Jin Si Nian refused to give up, his eyes reddening as he pressed for the core truth: "Uncle Liu, how exactly did my father die back then?"

"How did that car accident happen?"

"You know that, right?"

Old Liu crouched anxiously at the corner of the hospital bed, curled up in a ball with his arms around his head, trembling all over, repeatedly dodging and avoiding the question: "I don't know, don't ask me."

"I don't know anything, I really don't know!"

"I already said I don't know."

"have no idea……"

He repeated it over and over, until he almost screamed at the end. His panicked and dodging manner was not a sign of complete ignorance, but rather a deliberate attempt to cover it up and avoid mentioning the past.

Standing quietly beside Jin Si Nian, Nan Zhi took in every flustered and evasive micro-expression and tense, trembling movement of Lao Liu...