Fall in love with your enemy

Continuing from the last time, Uncle Hou came and left without caring about anything, saying a bunch of harsh words. No matter how others see it, in my opinion, those words are true.

I had to give up hope a long time ago.

My uncle was still supporting me as I lay on the bed vomiting blood. William couldn't bear to see it, so he pushed the wheelchair over and moved away. My uncle patted my back gently, and when I felt better, he wiped the marks from the corners of my mouth with a tissue. I don't know if it was because of disappointment that he managed to keep himself together. The fact that I was still alive was too much of a blow to him. He took a deep breath, decided to treat the little episode just now as a joke, and reached out to rub my hair.

"Shishi, you are still loved. You don't know how much I envy you."

William rolled his eyes at him and opened his hand: "I envy you for living this kind of life! If you want to settle a score, just do it. Who are you showing this disgusting expression to?"

The second uncle was speechless, or perhaps he was afraid of the inseparable and cooperative father-son relationship between William and Liang Sen. He was always inferior to them, so he swallowed his anger, snorted coldly, and turned his gaze back to his uncle: "Ming Yan, what do you think?"

"What can I say? Shu Yi is already dead. What difference does it make to me if there is one more murderer? But second brother, you have to understand that Hou Wenbin is just an outsider. Who are you? Besides, do you really believe what Hou Wenbin said?" My uncle paused, hugged me tighter, and sighed deeply: "Shishi, do you think what he said is true?"

"I don't know... but I haven't done those things. My illness has been going on for some time. I don't know if it's him..." I didn't even have the strength to shake my head. After a few shakes, my head fell back on my uncle's lap. He put his hand gently on me, thought for a while, and finally nodded.

"I believe you."

I raised my head in disbelief, staring at my uncle as he smiled at me with the corners of his mouth pulled in agony.

"But if you lied to me, what else do you have? Let your brother and sister go after this. I can do whatever you want."

"It's not me, it's really not me! Uncle... Uncle, think about it, it's been so many years, I have plenty of ways to force you to do it, wouldn't it be more threatening if I kept Shu Yi by my side? There is a limit to how much I can do with drugs, but Shu Yi had grown such a big tumor at that time! I haven't seen him for years and years. If he hadn't come to Linjiang for treatment, he would have died suddenly in Jinhai and I would have no reason to keep him by my side, and if something happens, I would be the one with the fifty percent chance! Why should I involve myself in it? If it were in the past, I could sacrifice for Cheng Cheng's future, but now I'm not alone, I have children, I dare not risk my life..." My voice was hoarse and tears were streaming down my face, and my hands were tightly clenched and I didn't want to let go of my uncle, which made William so disappointed that he couldn't leave.

My uncle opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He seemed to be relieved, or he might just be taking my words as an excuse.

Seeing this, I quickly added more reasons: "If I wanted to harm your child, why didn't I harm Zening? Shu Yi is of no use to the third house, he is too young! If I hurt Zening, it would be equivalent to cutting off one of your arms in addition to the pain. Even if you find out that I am doing something bad, it would be difficult for you to fight back. Do I kill Shu Yi so that you and Zening and his daughter can join forces to retaliate against me? Uncle, if I had the brains to harm others, how could I not think of this..."

The second uncle insisted, "Zening has been able to take care of herself for a long time. She is not as naive as Shuyi. She has also been with your uncle for many years. How can you do it? Only Shuyi is incapable of doing so and is involved in many trivial matters in the old house. He also has a basic disease. Naturally, he is more worthy than Zening."

When I heard this, I turned back quickly and bit him straight in the face. "Second uncle knows so much, but he wants to frame me and has a plan without thinking more clearly for me? Have you forgotten when I learned that Shu Yi has a basic disease? I had no contact with the Fu family before I was thirteen. When I was thirteen, my uncle pushed me into the river. At that time, you and Old Fu personally told me not to be alone with my uncle! I was sick, and it was impossible for me to have nothing to do to find out what illness the child of an elder who was not close to me had! After that, Shu Yi was always safe, and I would not associate him with anything. When I was sixteen and Shu Yi was six, I was thousands of miles away from him because of the grievances with my aunt. My aunt did not allow me to inquire about anything related to the children. Moreover, Old Fu was still alive, and everything about me was monitored by him. From the age of eighteen to twenty-one, I took the thief as my father and worshipped under your name. Didn’t you monitor me?"

At this point, my second uncle remained indifferent, my youngest uncle pressed his eyelashes, and William still closed his eyes. I actually understood that he was trying to tell me that the truth was not that important at this point, but I didn't want to be wrongly accused to death. Even if it was just to make my youngest uncle really trust me a little more, it would always be useful.

I stroked my chest and took a breath. "I finally met Shu Yi on New Year's Day when I was twenty-second. He told me in person at that time that he was sick, that he had asthma, and that he would feel uncomfortable occasionally. Now that Shu Yi is gone, there will be no evidence, because when we talked about these things, Zening was always by my side. I took Shu Yi to the hospital, and she should have been deeply impressed and can testify. In the end, the growth of hamartomas is extremely slow. Do you think that the last two years of my freedom are enough to take action against Shu Yi? As for Uncle Hou, Second Uncle, you said it yourself, he doesn't do things that are not beneficial, and I can't give him any benefits, but before, Chen Yining told me that he saw you and Uncle Hou talking privately. What did you say to him?"

There was a moment of disgust in my second uncle's eyes, and then he became calm. He had no intention of explaining at all, which I didn't quite understand.

At that time, he was discussing with Lao Hou the matter of both sides poisoning me. If my uncle knew about it, he would change his attitude and understand that the relationship between Lao Hou and I was not as good as it appeared on the surface. But now, what my uncle thinks doesn't seem to be that important to him.

Yes, he himself admitted to killing Shu Yi, and my uncle would never stand on his side no matter what. But if he wanted to force me to break up with my uncle, he should not care. My suspicion is gradually decreasing. Isn't he afraid that my uncle will join hands with me to get rid of him first? We can make a distinction later. What's the logic behind this?

As I thought about it, I lost some momentum, and I clenched my fists to barely utter the last sentence: "Let's go back to what you said just now. You said that Zening has always been by my uncle's side and has taken precautions, so it is difficult for me to take action. But Shu Yi has also always stayed by my aunt's side. The most secure thing in the world is a mother's protection of her child. Shu Yi is my aunt's favorite son, and she doesn't even allow me to see him. What else can I do in front of her?"

The second uncle drank a cup of tea leisurely, pursed his lips and smiled: "Zhou Xia is as stupid as a pig, what can she detect? They have all been defeated by you, not to mention the third wife. Oh! Didn't I tell you that I would tell you the truth when Shishi wakes up?" He looked at his younger uncle with a smile.

I immediately thought of Fu Yuheng's incident. I thought he already knew about my uncle's problem! Why did he leave it until today? What on earth was my second uncle going to do? To make my uncle collapse? To make him lose the ability to resist, leaving me alone?

But I still have Gao Xinci and Chengcheng. At worst, William is sitting next to me. Among the three, the only one who could be a traitor is William, right? Why is he provoking me like this? Did he catch me?

My uncle was eager to know what had troubled him for years. He even dragged me off him and put me on the pillow. He looked at my second uncle pitifully, stared at him and smiled for a while before finally having an answer: "Tomorrow, tomorrow is the most suitable day. I will let the murderer tell you in person. If you must know in advance, then just ask Shishi."

I was startled. I had no idea how my second uncle could know so much. The news I had just learned became his tool to criticize me for hiding it.

My uncle felt even more disappointed. He looked at me with his head down. He had no more room for helplessness. He gently stroked my hair as he did before: "You know that too? Your dad told you..."

I understand that what really matters to him is that he is the only one who is kept in the dark.

Unfortunately, William was smart in one life but confused in another. He wanted to take sides with Old Fu and interrupted, “I told Shishi that.”

"What do you know!" the uncle retorted angrily.

"Yes, Mingqi, what do you know? If you want to protect the boss, then you can show evidence to prove it." The second uncle gently shook the teacup, as if the play was over and he became particularly comfortable: "But I am afraid that it will be a deeper knife for Mingyan. Do you want to see how the dear murderer picks up the poison and returns it to you with a broken heart?"

The uncle took a deep breath and said, "I just want to ask one question, is it Fu Mingying?"

This was the first time I remember him calling Lao Fu by his full name, and I guess it took all his courage.

My second uncle was very honest and gentle, and he shook his head.

But my uncle didn't dare to relax and stood there stiffly waiting for the trial.

The second uncle stood up and patted his face: "Don't be sad, Mingyan, remember, all this is caused by your indecision. Oh, and you are partial to Shuyi and don't care about your own son. Don't blame others for going with the flow. Just correct it in the future. You still have a son."

To me these words sounded like a threat. My uncle tightly grasped the quilt, and the white sheets wrinkled into a ball. His face remained unmoved, and he swallowed his sobs and tears. I was about to rush over to ask him why, but was stopped by the strange boy who suddenly broke in. He pushed away my aunt's restraints and couldn't wait to speak up for his brother. He was a younger child, only ten years old.

I don't know how long he listened, but I understand that for a spoiled child with a very bad temper, it was torture for him to listen no matter how long. Every minute and every second was like a sword piercing his heart. He first cursed his second uncle for being vicious. He didn't realize that his second uncle was such a sinister person in all these years. Then he resented his younger uncle for being biased and cowardly, and not avenging his son. Finally, it was me. He asked from the bottom of his heart, why didn't I die? In the dispute between the adults, my sister was the middleman. If he really wanted to vent his anger, why didn't he go to my sister? Why didn't my sister die?

I looked over and saw that the boy was grief-stricken after a short while, his chubby cheeks still looked so innocent. After experiencing such a thing, all his emotions were genuine, which I found more comforting than the more polite adults.

Yes, I also wanted to ask why it wasn’t me who died, so I didn’t hate him for asking.

Or maybe it will be me soon.

"Get out!" my uncle shouted loudly, scaring everyone present.

He vented his most intense anger on his son, who did not understand. Tongtong sat on the ground crying, and he could not stop him. Neither could his aunt. He held his last son in silent despair. His second uncle quietly walked past them. Soon a few heads popped out of the door. Gao Xinci, Chengcheng and Liang Sen were all there. Oh, and his brothers too, but this time they were forcibly dragged away by the people led by his second uncle. It was the first time that Qi Cheng was so bold that he was still shaking when he took action. He apologized while trembling, but he still took the two swearing young masters home.

After everyone outside was safe, my uncle raised his head and took a deep breath towards the ceiling. He then bent down to wrap me in the quilt and tidied me up. He held my waist, curled up my legs, and carried me out: "Let's go."

"Uncle..." I stretched my hands out from under the quilt, not knowing whether I should hang on his neck. I lowered my head and leaned on his arms. In the end, I had nothing to say and could only cry.

But my uncle still looked the same, very rigid and desperate: "Come on, I'll take you home, take you... Once you're cured, nothing will happen again."

When he reached the door, he was stopped by Gao Xinci and Cheng Cheng. William followed closely and also wanted to snatch the person away. He ignored Cheng Cheng and William and just glanced at Gao Xinci.

Gao Xinci didn't do anything. He was just worried and distressed. He moved his knuckles over to wipe away my tears. "Don't worry. I've sent Lingling and Yunyun to Yingjing to be taken care of by mom. They don't know what's going on here. If you get better soon, they won't be sad."

My nose felt sore and tears started falling. I forced a smile and nodded, but Gao Xinci's hands were too busy to handle it.

My uncle lifted me up to avoid him and said, "Director Gao, is it okay for me to bring my own niece home?"

Gao Xinci still didn't rush, and even stopped Cheng Cheng and asked me softly, "Do you want to go?"

I knew my uncle still had something to say to me, and I also had a lot of questions, so I nodded again. He immediately asked people to make way. My uncle held me in his arms and walked out steadily step by step. From the corner of my eye, he and Liang Sen looked at each other and prepared to follow.

I just believed that he would protect me, so I pursued the truth recklessly. Oh, maybe that was the ending, otherwise the icicle in my heart would be deeply painful and would pierce me one day.

My uncle was still coaxing me weakly like a child: "Let's go, let's go home."

"If you are sick, have a good sleep, and everything will be over when you wake up."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow will be a good day."

I remembered that his last sentence was very similar to that of my second uncle, who said that tomorrow was a suitable day.

What would that be like?