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Gao Nianjun placed a piece of silver cod in Mother Jiang's bowl with her chopsticks and said earnestly, "Lanjun, eat your food. I made it for you myself. Don't you like it?"
At this moment, Father Jiang was no longer in the mood to be jealous of Gao Changyi; he only wanted to quickly pull Mother Jiang over.
According to Weiwei, this old green tea bitch is probably going to die in front of his wife soon. Fu Lanjun is a coward, and she might be scared out of her wits.
He tried to move, but then he heard a violent explosion in Song Shiwei's mind: [Father-in-law, please don't respond! This madman is really going to die right in front of you.]
Father Jiang:?
What exactly is Gao Changyi, this madman, trying to do?!
Father Jiang lowered his gaze, and as soon as he looked up, he met Gao Changyi's gloomy and sickly eyes.
For no apparent reason, Father Jiang thought of what he had just said, "If I died in front of Lanjun, do you think she would remember me for the rest of her life?"
Song Shiwei said excitedly, "[Oh no, it's too late, this person is about to die.]"
As soon as she finished speaking, Gao Changyi, who was sitting in his seat, suddenly stood up, coughed violently a few times, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He quickly took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth.
He coughed as if he were about to cough up his lungs; the handkerchief he was holding was completely stained red with blood.
Normally, Mother Jiang would have rushed over to offer comfort and help call a doctor, but ever since she heard Weiwei's inner thoughts...
She decided it was better to stand aside than to actually die in front of her.
"Pfft..." Gao Changyi spat out a long mouthful of blood.
Song Shiwei: [Goodness, this must be a huge blood bag! This uncle is really suffering.]
Jiang Zhuxin quickly pulled her Father Jiang Mother Jiang the side, saying, "That was close! They almost threw up on us."
They didn't touch him, so he shouldn't die now, right? And you know what, the blood looks pretty realistic.
Gao Changyi wiped the blood from his lips, his voice weak and feeble, "I'm sorry to have made you all laugh. My body won't last much longer, which is why I came to see Lanjun one last time. There are some things I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say if I don't."
Mother Jiang's eyes darkened, her face full of resistance. "You'd better not say anything more. Save your energy. I've called an ambulance for you."
"Let's call it a day. We'll go with you to the hospital."
Gao Changyi was unwilling to let his flawless plan fall apart. He spat out another mouthful of blood, but this time he did not recover and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Song Shiwei tilted her head slightly, watching the scene before her. [Here it comes, here comes the entrustment of the orphan! Now, please enjoy the old green tea man's declaration of love.]
"Lanjun, I don't have much time left, but do you know why I want to see you one last time before I die?" Gao Changyi's pale face was stained with blood, like a bright red plum blossom blooming in the snow, beautiful and passionate.
"Stop talking. If you really die in front of us, we can't take responsibility. I recorded everything." A rare hint of anger appeared on Mother Jiang's well-maintained face as she said, somewhat speechless.
"Lanjun, you're telling me, I'm afraid he'll bully you, I'm afraid he'll treat you badly after I die, that's why I said those things. I want to create a sense of crisis for Jiang Hongzhe. Don't blame me, this is the only way I can prevent Jiang Hongzhe from bullying you after I die." He said to himself.
[Brother, have you no shame? You're dead, are you going to jump out of your grave and beat my father-in-law's knees?!]
Father Jiang Mother Jiang almost amused to death by Song Shiwei feelings; what she said made perfect sense.
"Uncle, what are you saying? Do you mean if my dad really bullied my mom, you're going to jump out of his grave and slap him to death?!" Jiang Zhuxin, being straightforward, said with a speechless expression.
Gao Changyi was lying on the ground on the verge of death, suddenly choked and vomited three liters of blood again.
Song Shiwei was stunned. [Wow, this person has so much blood! They didn't die even after vomiting like that? It's such a waste not to take them to donate blood.]
[He's still alive, probably because he's not hiding anything good. I want to see what other shitty ideas this little brain of his can come up with.]
Song Shiwei mentally scoffed, never expecting the man lying on the ground to actually pull off such a bizarre move. He took a deep breath, looking as if his end was near, and said, "Lanjun, I cannot marry you in life, but in death, let my ashes accompany you for the rest of your life. If there is any danger, please take out my ashes and scatter them backwards into the wind, as if it were my last act of protecting you."
[Damn, I haven't used these cringey lines since third grade, this guy is so out of touch!]
[But these quotes should be just the right amount to move my mother-in-law to tears, right?]
Song Shiwei glanced at Mother Jiang discreetly, but instead of being moved, Mother Jiang's face showed disdain.
"Come on, everyone knows what you did back then. Now you're pretending to be all sentimental. You're really something." When Mother Jiang heard him say "protecting her one last time," she really couldn't hold back anymore.
That's insane! She has a husband, why would she need his protection?
Gao Changyi was surprised that Mother Jiang didn't respond at all. His eyes darted around quickly. "Lanjun, after I die, you can dispose of my ashes. I hope I'm someone you'll never forget."
Song Shiwei clicked his tongue twice, [Everyone step back, this man is going to die.]
The Jiang Family stumbled back several steps. Song Shiwei was right; Gao Changyi had indeed died before their eyes, his legs taut, his eyes tightly closed, showing no signs of life, just like a corpse.
Although they were mentally prepared, their minds were like they had been bombarded by cannons, a complete wasteland, and they even forgot how to think.
[Well, since the person is already dead, why not just send them to the crematorium?] Song Shiwei thought to herself.
That old bastard is truly wicked, resorting to such petty tricks to sow discord. He should just be taken to the crematorium and cremated on the spot, so he won't cause any more trouble.