"Da Qiao, I'm begging you. For the sake of this old man, please stop causing trouble and live properly with Jing He."
"Your father knows that you didn't want to marry him back then, but things have already come to this, and you've been together for more than two years now... Cough, cough, cough..."
Before the old man could finish, the itch in his throat interrupted him.
"Cough, cough... Da Qiao, your mother is gone too. You're the only one left in your family. Why not just make do and live like this?"
"At the very least... at the very least, I beg you, leave those father and son a way to survive, all right?"
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she found herself standing with her arms folded, leaning against an earthen wall with a roguish air.
On the crude wooden bed opposite her, an old man in blue, his hair more than half white, was looking at her with a pleading expression.
His eyes were clouded, his spirits listless, and he carried an air of death, as though he barely had the strength left to speak.
Little Four, this is my father?
And... Da Qiao?
That name.
She really wanted to kneel.
This is your man's father. He's old, caught a chill, and is on the verge of dying.
Su Qiao: It's only a chill. Can it really kill someone that easily?
You drained the Qi Family's money completely. They have no money or food, can't eat their fill yet still have to work, and he's old with no medicine. How could he not die?
Su Qiao: Why does it sound like... I'm a horrible person?
444: If you're not horrible, then who is?
This world is a little strange. In any case, you should save him first.
"Father,