That evening, Lingye and Tongrui were having dinner in the hospital room when Zhenghui unexpectedly showed up for a visit. Tongrui had just picked up a piece of succulent braised pork with her chopsticks and was feeding it to Lingye; she was so embarrassed her cheeks flushed a deep red.

Lingye remained stoic and indifferent, not showing any signs of emotion. All he did was set down his chopsticks and ask, "Uncle Zhengrui, why are you here?"

Zhengrui looked at the two of them. With a bland smile, he replied, "I'm here to see you, of course, Lingye. I have something to discuss with you."

"What is it, Uncle?"

"I…" Zhengrui hesitated, glancing at Tongrui. "Why don't you come for a stroll with me?"

Evidently, Uncle Zhengrui wanted to speak to him privately. Lingye got down from the bed and draped a coat over his shoulders. "Tongrui, go ahead and finish dinner."

Tongrui nodded. "Come back soon, alright? The food won't be as good once it gets cold."

Lingye gently stroked her hair. "Okay." He followed Zhengrui out of the room to the hospital's back garden. His uncle's brow was deeply furrowed, and he had not said a word the entire time.

Lingye reiterated, "Uncle Zhengrui, what is it? Just tell me straight up."

Zhengrui stopped in his tracks, his eyes betraying his anguish and internal struggle. "Lingye, I've thought about this for a long, long time. I've even considered asking someone else to tell you, but I figured I may as well do it myself."

"Tell me? Tell me what?"

Instead of answering, Zhengrui merely nodded somberly, leading Lingye to a more secluded spot in the garden. Once he was sure there was no one around, Zhengrui drew a deep breath and said resolutely, "Lingye, Tongrui…Tongrui is my daughter."

Lingye was stunned into immobility for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Uncle Zhengrui, don't be ridiculous." He shook his head and turned to leave, but Zhengrui continued, "I know you don't believe me, but her mother, Lan Jing, was definitely pregnant with my child back then."

Lingye's hands slowly clenched at his sides. His voice was very cold as he asked, "I see. Why are you so sure that Rui is your daughter, though?"

"I've had an investigation done. Mu Guangqing had Type A blood; so did Lan Jing. But Tongrui's blood type is AB. I'm sure you understand the implications of this."

up even tighter, the knuckles showing

steadily. "My blood

the spot, unable

I felt she looked oddly familiar. All of this is my fault, Lingye…it's the result of my sins in the past. I…" Zhengrui's shame

had mentioned his uncle seemed very familiar the first

be Uncle Zhengrui's

that mean for himself and Rui in terms of familial relationship? That would make them

Tongrui was his cousin.

Zhengrui's voice faltered, then trailed off

are already officially husband and wife. I don't care whose daughter she is; it doesn't change the fact that she is my wife. If you're here today to tell me

the power to do that anyway. I'll carry this secret to the grave, that's not an issue. It's just that…I'm afraid of what might happen

is preserve this secret. Whatever else comes along is none of your business. Rui is my wife, and I'll keep her safe."

watched his nephew's forbidding figure walk away. In the end, he was unable to refrain from asking, "If…if one day her identity comes to light and your relationship

don't care about. The ones whom I love, I'll protect with

consolation. "You're much braver and

beginning. Fear of family and taking responsibility had caused him to abandon the love of his life back in the day. Now, twenty years later, he

as dusk fell, gripping his cane as

already finished her dinner. She looked at Lingye's food and frowned; it

left without taking his phone. Tongrui was about to put on her coat and go in search of

on the bed. "What took you so long? What did Uncle Zhengrui need to speak

"Just guy stuff."

the matter. Guy stuff…that was probably

up for you." She was about to stand up when Lingye caught hold of

you only ate

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