âWho told you to take it upon yourself to invite so many people? Hasnât he always kept his son by his side? In these two years, have you ever seen him not bring his son along?â Huo Leiting was accustomed to Li Beijue always bringing Baby Chi with him.
Ever since Chi Enen vanished, Beijue took his son with him almost everywhere. He had already warned Si Chen, who stubbornly refused to believe it and insisted on organizing a beauty celebrity party, claiming it would be lively with more people. He even spouted a bunch of twisted logic, saying that bringing some female celebrities would be fun; there would be singing to listen to, and talent performances to watch.
Donât think he didnât know; all these excuses Si Chen made were just to legitimately ask Lin Anxin out.
Calling all these people was just a cover.
âI thought I made myself clear when I said Lan Club; he should understand what I meant,â Si Chen said with particular grievance, unable to vent his resentment anywhere, âLan Club⦠Lan Club⦠menâs club⦠shouldnât every man get the hint? Who brings their son to a club to have fun?â
âBut he brought his son, what can you do about it?â
Suddenly deflated, Si Chenâs face was full of gloom, âHeâs Li Beijue, what can I do?â
It was as woeful as it could get.
More than that, it was a feeling of resignation.
âAunt Anxin!â As soon as Baby Chi entered, he saw Lin Anxin and sweetly called out, âAunt Anxin, I bought a gift for you.â
Li Beijue put him down, and he immediately scampered towards Lin Anxin.
Only after watching his son run up to Lin Anxin did the cold-faced man stride with his long legs towards the insideâ¦
âYouâre back? What time was your flight?â Li Beijue directly ignored Si Chen, his gaze moving past him to land on Huo Leiting.
Huo Leiting placed his champagne on the side and stood up, âYesterday afternoon. I had to deal with some family matters. As soon as I got free today, Si Chen called me out.â
When Li Beijue heard about his family issues, his thin lips tightened and a hint of concern shone in his falcon-like eyes, âAunt⦠is she okay?â
âSheâs fine. It was hard to accept when I first saw the medical checkup report from the hospital. But then my father convinced her, and she came to terms with it. Now sheâs insisting that my father retire and take her on a trip around the world.â Huo Leitingâs features were exceptionally rigid, and with the impression he gave, there was a sharp tenacity to his charm, as if it were honed by a blade.
Si Chen couldnât help but interject upon hearing this, âItâs best for Uncle to stay in the hospital for treatment. I wouldnât recommend traveling at this time. Itâs too taxing and doesnât help his condition.â
âI know. Itâs up to my father to decide. Honestly, Iâm more inclined to agree with my momâs point of view. Itâs advanced-stage cancer, and youâve said yourself that surgery is no longer an option. Lying in the hospital would only extend her life by half a year to a year at most, and that year would be miserable for both my father and my mom. Moreover, most people lying in the hospital donât get to extend their lives; rather, because of the depressive mood, their conditions worsen rapidly, hastening their final moments. If my mom wants to go out and travel with my dad, it might be good for them. My dad is thinking the same. Heâs preparing to submit his retirement application.â
Si Chen didnât know how to console him.
The illness of Huo Leitingâs father came so suddenly that by the time he helped with the medical checkup, it was already in a late stage, and surgery wouldnât be of much significance.
As a friend, the only thing he could do was try his best to help suppress the spread of cancer cells in the patientâs body. Beyond that, he wasnât an immortal; there was no way he could turn back the tide.