Chapter 22 Crocodile Tears
As for what Wen Qi said.
Wen Yu wasn't simple.
I knew that.
His long fingers toyed with his father's oxygen tube.
His brows lowered.
His father's face changed with the tube's rhythm.
Outsiders said Wen Yu was filial, no grudges held.
He sent his father to the best facility, eight-figure daily fees without blinking.
But I knew. The hospital was Wen Yu's.
Here.
Life or death, good or bad.
Wen Yu decided.
Tired of playing, Wen Yu let go.
He gave the immobile man on the bed a gentle smile.
"See you another day."
A crocodile tear slid from his father's eye corner.
He looked like he knew everything but couldn't move. So satisfying.
The flower I guarded had grown into a man-eating one.
What to do?
I found him even more captivating.
I loved him so much.