Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 660 Give Some Hints

Lin Haoze smiled warmly and gently pressed his hand on the back of Lin Han’s hand.

In a soft voice, he said, "Dad, don’t overthink it—this isn’t to sever our father-son relationship.

The bond between father and son can’t be bought with money.

I’ve never thought that way, and I hope you don’t either.

I’m not officially working right now. But occasionally, I make some extra money doing odd jobs with Sister Little Nuan.

Within my capabilities, Dad, I will support you.

You take this money, don’t feel any burden, and how you spend it won’t be my concern."

Lin Han looked down, and the hand that pressed against his was no longer the small one he used to hold when it was little.

This hand was slender and strong, possessing an unquestionable power.

His lips moved, but Lin Han found himself unable to utter a single word.

Lin Haoze served Lin Han food, poured him wine, and pushed the passbook closer to him. Holding his glass steadily, he looked directly at Lin Han with a voice still gentle but seriously, he said, "Dad, I have just one request."

A weight sank in Lin Han’s chest.

Clenching his hands tightly, anxious and uneasy, he finally asked cautiously, "What is your request?"

"Don’t bother my mom."

As Lin Haoze looked at Lin Han, who hadn’t been seen for several years and now had grey hair at his temples, appearing to have aged more than a decade, was there an ache in his heart? Surely, there must be.

No matter what, this was still his father.

He wanted him to be punished, but when the day actually came, he didn’t feel any joy.

Perhaps, he stood at a different height from before.

Lin Haoze’s voice remained gentle but was especially earnest, "Dad, my mom and I have been living quite well these years, so don’t harbor any illusions.

Although my mom hasn’t forgotten you, she no longer has any feelings for you. If you bother her, you’ll lose even the last bit of dignity.

Why would you want that?

Just think, no matter what, I’m your son. Even if I were to neglect you when you’re old and ill, the court would order me to provide for you.

Of course, I won’t let such a situation arise, and I hope you will take care of yourself. Within my means, I will support you, but if I can’t manage, please don’t pressure me."

How could Lin Hai fail to understand such words?

His meaning was clear: he was his son, an inescapable truth, acknowledged.

When he’s old and unwell, he would look after him.

Without resorting to court.

But to disrupt his and Luo Shuxiu’s life was out of the question.

It would strip away that last bit of face.

Mom wouldn’t consider past affection.

In the end, why choose an embarrassing downfall?

That was the message this child was conveying.

Little Ze was no longer the crying, confused young boy of the past.

He’d truly grown up.

He could make such an undisturbed threat to his father.

Lin Han couldn’t clarify how he felt inside.

Perhaps, he didn’t even deserve to feel regret.

In the end, Lin Han did take the passbook.

The password was written on the back.

It was his child’s birthday, never forgotten, yet since the divorce, he had never celebrated it with him again. freewebnøvel.com

Holding the passbook, Lin Han walked away, his silhouette stooped like a man in his sixties.

Lin Haoze told Song Yunuan about it, and only then did she learn that Lin Han was now living in rented accommodations.

It seemed he wasn’t on good terms with Bian Haiying.

Song Yunuan said to Lin Haoze, "You did the right thing, and your thinking is correct. When young, no matter what children do, when they grow old, they expect their kids to support them. There are far too many examples of this. At least now, Lin Han wants to maintain his dignity. Some people, when they’re old and desperate to survive, don’t care about anything."

While he still wants dignity, while he still wishes to keep some pride, let him maintain it.

This bit of face mustn’t be torn away; once torn, he would be nothing but an old scoundrel with no shame.

In the evening, Song Yunuan received a phone call.

It was from Xia Bowen.

Xia Bowen said to Song Yunuan, "... Shangguan Yunqi has regained consciousness, but it’s no use now. She wanted to see you before she left, but I didn’t agree... She asked me to pass on a message to you. I suppose it doesn’t matter to you whether you hear it or not."

Song Yunuan was aware of Shangguan Yunqi’s condition.

She had awoken three days ago.

But in reality, she, her uncle, and grandma had long since found it difficult to remember this person.

The past, after all, can eventually be left behind; no one is hard on themselves forever.

Song Yunuan told Xia Bowen, "Elder, please speak."

Xia Bowen remembered the pained expression on Shangguan Yunqi’s face after she regained consciousness.

Actually, continuing to be insane, ending this life without sanity, would have been the best outcome for her.

In such a lucid state, considering her lifetime of pride, she must have been suffering.

But now, the newly developed drug needed to be used.

After all, in the past two years, she had become completely unable to care for herself.

He had also stepped down from the restructuring team, and under Song Yunuan’s suggestion, Xia Ming took over his position.

Xia Ming was in an awkward position at his original post, unable to advance or retreat.

Transitioning like this, no matter where he went in the future, it was a relief for him.

Besides, the status of the restructuring team was getting higher and higher.

Although the restructuring team wouldn’t last much longer.

But this was also the best arrangement for Xia Ming.

Then, he completely stepped back. However, his health deteriorated more and more, and he had no choice but to admit Shangguan Yunqi to the hospital.

There were suitable drugs for treating her condition available upstairs, and she definitely needed to be given priority.

So, a few days ago, Shangguan Yunqi regained consciousness.

After that, her body rapidly declined.

It wasn’t the effect of the drugs.

Because many others were using them too, it wasn’t just her.

Shangguan Yunqi was refusing to eat or drink, resolutely seeking death.

But before she died, she was told that whether in dreams or outside of them, her and his endings were not good.

He didn’t know what kind of dreams she had.

Before she finished speaking, she was gone.

Song Yunuan, of course, knew what those words meant.

Just like Shu Xiang’s dream.

Those whose fates had been twisted, the power of the plot always provided some hints, however slight.

And for someone like Shangguan Yunqi, it’s hard to say which of the two outcomes was better.

Last year, Shangguan Heng also died.

For her uncle, the wounds, both physical and mental, had long since healed.

What happened to them, no one would take to heart.

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Entering the nineties, as spring brought the flowers into bloom, she and Gu Huai’an, with time to spare, went fishing by the lake.

When the first fish was caught, Song Yunuan felt something was wrong.

She thought she had strong control, but she couldn’t help throwing up when she smelled the fishy odor.

Gu Huai’an stared blankly at Song Yunuan, who had suddenly become nauseous.

Song Yunuan blinked and looked back at him.

A small life had just begun like this.

Wang Mengdan said to Qin Suyun, "I’m not jealous, but like many people say, this child really knows how to pick parents."

Qin Suyun nodded earnestly, "That’s right, being reborn is truly an art."

This was a child who was born into a fortune worth billions.