Chapter 292: Losing My Father

Song Qingtian said dismissively, “I hope Mr. Ling won’t turn into a greasy middle-aged man someday—our decision won’t be in vain this time!”

“Who knows? Maybe I will become a greasy middle-aged man one day—who doesn’t grow old?”

Song Qingtian didn’t reply.

Ling Hanyu’s face grew darker and darker: “Song Qingtian… how dare you look down on me?”

Song Qingtian smiled.

Ling Hanyu grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, planting a few quick kisses before pushing her away. He then clasped both of Song Qingtian’s arms tightly, holding her like a little chick, looking at her with such pity as if she were being mistreated.

“Don’t you dare look down on me!”

After saying that, Ling Hanyu let go of Song Qingtian and headed out the door, taking her to the Shopping Mall.

On the way, Song Qingtian squinted slightly, her lips bitten open—of course it hurt so much she didn’t want to say a word.

More politely, Ling Hanyu went straight to the luxury section and bought whatever was most expensive: a new phone and a pair of Bluetooth headphones.

Once everything was set up, Ling Hanyu took Song Qingtian and left.

Song Qingtian called her father.

It took a long time for someone to answer the phone.

When the call finally connected, Song Qingtian was told that her father was in the Hospital, in a deep coma for quite some time. But since no relatives could be found, they’d been waiting all along.

Song Qingtian rushed over and nearly fainted when she saw her elderly father.

“He’s been ill for several months now. You know what kind of illness it is—there’s really no special cure. We’ve tried surgery and chemotherapy, but nothing worked. In the end, he gave up treatment himself.”

“They say… he gave up treatment because he was afraid of the pain. But in our view, it’s because he had no money, and the disease had already reached an advanced stage, so he just stopped fighting.”

“He paid us 100,000 yuan in advance—it was supposed to be all his savings—but he didn’t spend much. He just stayed here, taking a bit of pain medication whenever the pain got too bad.”

“He kept a box, telling us to hand it over to whoever comes looking for him after he passes away. But a month ago, he suddenly fell into a coma—and that’s where he is now!”

Song Qingtian stared blankly at the Song family residence, her face pale.

Ling Hanyu stood to one side: “Weird?”

Song Qingtian didn’t even notice; she was too busy grieving.

She held her father’s hand and wept.

“These past few days, we’ve noticed his condition getting worse and worse. Sometimes we’re worried he might leave us suddenly, so there’s always someone watching over him. Now that you’re here, please keep him company.”

The nurses left.

Song Qingtian burst into tears.

As night fell, she cried until she fell asleep.

But then she had a dream: her father woke up.

Looking at her father, Song Qingtian hugged him and cried, while he gently stroked her hair.

“Dad… I’m leaving now!”

Song Qingtian looked at her father: “Dad, I wasn’t very sensible before—I’m sorry!”

Her father smiled: “It’s okay! You’re my daughter, and no matter what you do, you’ll always be my favorite.”

Song Qingtian hugged her father and cried, and he said, “I had a dream—I dreamed I went to a book. It was pretty much like the world outside, except that… over there, I had another identity.”

“Sweetie, you must live well. In the next life… you’ll still be my daughter. The box I left for you is your dowry—please take good care of yourself.”

After finishing, her father patted Song Qingtian: “Your mother’s passing is the biggest pain in your life. You always thought she just divorced and left, but actually she died of illness.”

“I told you about her passing because I didn’t want you to be too sad. I know you work hard and study diligently, all so that one day you can go find her.”

Song Qingtian shook her head: “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, Dad forgives you… Sweetie, in that other world, I saw your mother. I’m going to go find her now.”

As he spoke, her father slowly closed his eyes.

His heartbeat instantly flattened into a straight line.

Song Qingtian suddenly became agitated, crying out, “Dad, don’t go! I still want to show you Ling Hanyu!”

Just then, the nurses rushed in.

Song Qingtian stood frozen, staring at the people entering the room.

Was this not a dream?

End of Chapter 292: Losing My Father