Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2581: Chapter 385

Momo saw Ye Zhan remaining silent, and she didn’t urge him. She just gently squeezed his long, slender fingers with her delicate little hand.

Silently, conveying her concern to him.

"Momo, he and I have been like strangers for years."

"I know, everything has a beginning. Actually, you don’t only hate him."

Momo’s heart ached for Ye Zhan’s pain from losing his mother at a young age, for his loneliness over the years, and for the cold estrangement between him and his family.

At this moment, Ye Zhan’s eyes held conflict, and his brows were filled with confusion.

As for his relationship with Ye Zhangming, he no longer knew how to handle it.

"My dear, no matter what decision you make, I’ll support you." Momo lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, then looked up with a smiling face at him.

"Momo, thank you."

"So where are we going now?" Momo blinked her beautiful eyes and asked.

Ye Zhan exhaled a breath, his voice low and gentle, "To find him. If he’s really ill, I still need to fulfill my duty as a son."

"Alright."

Momo nodded with a smile.

Ye Zhan looked at the smile in her eyes and lifted his hand to brush away the stray hair on her forehead, then bent down to drop a kiss on her forehead, "Momo, I’ll try my best."

"Mm, don’t push yourself too hard."

Momo is forever on Ye Zhan’s side.

She understands him, that’s why she’s done so much.

The relationship between Ye Zhan and Ye Zhangming has been tense for years, but if he wants to find out if Ye Zhangming is ill or even which hospital he’s in, he can still manage that.

Ten minutes later, Ye Zhan drove, taking Momo to the hospital where Ye Zhangming was staying.

Momo initially wanted to drive.

But Ye Zhan said it was okay, he would drive.

So Momo sat in the passenger seat, slightly turned, watching him drive with tender eyes.

When Ye Zhan and Momo arrived at the hospital, Ye Zhangming was lying on the hospital bed, receiving an IV.

Seeing them come in, Ye Zhangming’s face changed, and he was about to sit up from the bed, "Ah Zhan, Momo, why are you here?"

He hadn’t heard a word from them when they appeared at the door.

Though Ye Zhan had learned about Ye Zhangming’s condition during the phone call, seeing him lying there on the hospital bed in a patient gown, looking more haggard and sickly than when he had seen him at home in the morning, his heart twisted as if gripped by an invisible hand.

With his handsome features cold and stern, his tall figure was stiff at the doorway, looking complexly at the old man on the bed.

Yes, Ye Zhan thought Ye Zhangming was old in that instant.

Though not as old as Old Master Ye, he was almost unrecognizable from the Ye Zhangming in Ye Zhan’s memories.

Beside him, Momo noted Ye Zhan’s reaction, her heart tightening slightly, and she increased the pressure of her hand.

Her delicate, fair face showed concern, her voice soft and gentle, "Dad, don’t get up, be careful not to hit the needle on the back of your hand."

Ye Zhan, distracted, snapped back at Momo’s voice.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, took a few steps forward to stop Ye Zhangming from getting up.

Ye Zhangming glanced at Momo, then looked up at Ye Zhan.

Seeing his expressionless face, Ye Zhangming’s eyes flickered, a weak smile appeared on his haggard face, "Momo, Ah Zhan, I’m fine."

A few steps away, Momo didn’t walk over.

Her gaze paused on Ye Zhan for a few seconds, hesitated, and during Ye Zhan and Ye Zhangming’s eye contact, she quietly withdrew.

Gently closing the door of the ward.

Momo did not leave.

Instead, she sat down on a bench in the corridor.

The two guarding the ward looked at her, said nothing, and stood straight like wooden stakes again.

In the ward, the somewhat stagnant atmosphere was interrupted by Ye Zhan’s stiff words, "Am I the only one who didn’t know?"

Ye Zhangming’s gaze was gentle, lovingly looking at Ye Zhan.

This lifetime, he had only one son.

But he owed him so much.

"Everyone goes through birth, aging, sickness, and death. Before, when you and Momo were not together, I was afraid you would be affected if you knew about my illness... now that you are together, I’m relieved."

There was undisguised apology in Ye Zhangming’s words.

But it was just an apology.

In his heart, he knew that even if time could flow backward and everything started over again, he would still make the same choices.

His career, his responsibility, and his integrity determined that he would let down the people closest and dearest to him in this lifetime.

Life is full of choices one cannot have all.

Ye Zhan understood this only too well.

His handsome, well-defined features were covered in a layer of frost, coldly looking at Ye Zhangming, "What are you relieved about?"

He had so many things left behind that just a single relief meant he could die?

At this thought, a wave of annoyance rose again in Ye Zhan’s heart.

Looking at Ye Zhangming, his eyes showed a sharpness, "You’ve owed Momo and me so much, don’t think a mere apology will do, let alone expect me to forgive you easily."

Ye Zhangming’s face froze.

Ye Zhan continued to speak, "I already know about your condition. Stop talking about your great responsibility. If you really feel sorry for me, cooperate with the doctors for proper treatment, or else I won’t forgive you."

"Ah Zhan."

Ye Zhangming’s facial expressions kept changing, his eyes mixed with various emotions, even slightly moistening his eye sockets.

Ye Zhan declared not to forgive him.

Yet, the concern in his words was unmistakable to him.

After all, blood is thicker than water. Even though he was such an unworthy father, Ah Zhan still cared for him.

"How did you find out?"

Ye Zhangming subtly inhaled, calming the tumultuous emotions surging like a tide within him.

Ye Zhan noticed him looking up to speak to him.

He frowned, glanced at the chair nearby, ultimately didn’t bring it over to sit down, hesitated slightly, and crouched before the hospital bed.

On the bed, a tremor of emotion passed through Ye Zhangming.

He opened his mouth, yet the word "Ah Zhan" never crossed his lips.

Only more emotions welled up in his eyes.

The changes in Ye Zhangming’s emotions were noticed by Ye Zhan, who was suddenly filled with a strange feeling, one that was so distant.

So distant that he almost couldn’t remember.

Kneeling beside the bed, his gaze lingered on Ye Zhangming, noting every wrinkle clearly.

That strange feeling deepened and intensified with each passing second his gaze lingered.

After a full half minute, he finally replied coldly, "It wasn’t me who discovered it; it was Momo. She said you might have some physical issues."

Were this sentence exchanged in any other father-son relationship, it might carry some irony.

But with Ye Zhan and Ye Zhangming, who had been more like strangers than father and son over the years, it was perfectly normal that he hadn’t noticed.

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