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Song Ziyuan and Lin Xiyou sent He Xiujing back to Jia County, stayed for another night, and set off for Haishi early the next morning.

As soon as he got off the highway, Song Ziyuan received a call from the old housekeeper, asking him to rush to the No. [-] Hospital as soon as possible. His father, Hao Li, was critically ill and was receiving emergency treatment.

His brain went blank for a moment, subconsciously refusing to believe the news, but the accelerator under his feet was getting harder and harder, wishing he could drive all the way to the hospital.

After a few moments of distraction, he couldn't concentrate, and almost hit the car in front of him.

Lin Xiyou was very worried, and immediately moved Song Ziyuan aside to rest. While calming his emotions, she drove to the hospital at a faster speed. She also took the time to call Wei Ba and take care of him.

Just before they rushed to the operating room, they received a critical illness notice.

Song Ziyuan signed the signature tremblingly, and finally realized how ridiculous those hatreds are in the face of life and death.

Afterwards, he asked the housekeeper urgently: "Uncle Gao, he is usually fine, why is he suddenly critically ill?"

"Hao Dong has never let me tell you." The butler was silent for a long time, and sighed, "That's all. In fact, he has not been in good health for the past few years, and he just had a major operation a while ago."

"Why have you never heard of him before?" Song Ziyuan was anxious, and immediately thought of Hao Li's sudden disappearance a while ago, and he had seen him in the medical examination center, and he was so timid because of his closeness to his hometown!
"You've never listened to him well either, alas," the butler said bluntly, feeling angry.

Song Ziyuan's breath stopped and he couldn't say a word.

That's right, ever since he was sensible and kept grudges, the father and son had never had a peaceful conversation.

After a long silence, he suppressed the fear in his heart, "What's wrong with my dad?"

"Hao Dong said that when he was young, he went to work overseas, day and night, and worked four or five odd jobs a day, just to make more money to send home, and he hurt his liver."

"Later, he started his own business. In order to negotiate business and get orders, he drank desperately at the wine table, vomited, vomited and drank, and often neglected to eat, which completely hurt his stomach."

"Later, the business got bigger and bigger, and the responsibilities and pressure on him became heavier and heavier. There were too many things to worry about, and he couldn't sleep all night. He said that he was afraid that a wrong decision would ruin the group. The livelihood of tens of thousands of people."

"In this way, his nerves were always tense, his heart was too heavy, and he also had problems. Then he was found to have stomach cancer. Two years ago, he had an operation to cut half of his stomach."

"In the past few years, he has been spending a lot of money on maintenance and treatment, but he can't stop him from worrying about it every day. The doctor has advised him to take a good rest, but he is concerned about the whole group and your future."

"A while ago, after he hurried back from Wudu City to search for your mother's relics, he had a heart attack."

Every word the housekeeper said was like a knife, piercing Song Ziyuan's heart, forcibly tearing open a hole, besieging him with guilt.

He finally realized that Hao Li, the resolute and iron man, is just an ordinary person who can get sick, get old, and die
"Ziyuan, here is a letter, which was entrusted to me by Director Hao. If he leaves one day, I will hand it over to you. Today, I will make my own decision and give it to you."

The housekeeper wiped away his tears, "I can see the awkward estrangement between you father and son. If this letter can untie your knots, if Hao Dong can survive, Gao Bo hopes that you father and son can be well. "

"Uncle Gao." Song Ziyuan's throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.

He took it with trembling hands. It was a letter called "Letter from Home".

Capital far:

My son, I'm sorry, this sorry is 20 years late.

I am a successful businessman, but a failed father and a failed husband.

Since your mother left, I have worked harder in my career. In the eyes of everyone, I value profits over righteousness and only care about making money, but I know in my heart that I am afraid that I will miss her when I stop, and I am afraid that I will not be able to stay with you. A future with no worries about food and clothing.

I keep all her relics well, but I never dare to look at them. I am too timid.

It wasn't until you mentioned her diary that I realized how wrong I was, and why you hated me so much.

What your mother wrote about what she saw with her own eyes was a misunderstanding.

The wife and child are the widow and orphan of my late old friend, a fellow worker who once traveled overseas with me.

Together, we risked our lives to go overseas to do hard labor, helped each other along the way, and saved money to send home together.Once, unfortunately, we encountered a riot and I managed to escape. He was beaten to death on the spot, and his wife had just given birth to a child.

Thinking of the friendship between workers, I promised to help and train his son to grow up.

Since then, I have vowed that I must make good money so that people can live like human beings and make dignity valuable.

One day, his wife contacted me and said that the parent-child activities in the kindergarten had to be attended by the father. She had no choice but to ask me to pretend for a day.

It turned out that his wife had been lying to his son's father to work overseas. In order not to break the child's expectations and fantasies, I had no choice but to agree, but unexpectedly, my mother happened to see it.

Stubborn like her, she refused to speak up until she died, which caused us a lifetime of regrets.

Ziyuan, I am sorry for your mother and son.

But please believe that you are my only son, and your mother is my only love and forever wife.

The family letter was not long, and Song Ziyuan read it very seriously, for fear of missing a single word.

But looking at it, I couldn't see it clearly.

On the densely packed handwriting, tears bloomed, one drop after another, and I couldn't stop it.

Lin Xiyou accompanied him distressedly, without words to comfort him, but silently stretched his arms around his face, let him lean into his warm embrace, and wept silently with him.

The operation was still in progress, and Wei Ba came here with the news he had inquired from the group.

It turned out that under the calm surface, there was a dark tide inside the group.

Some shareholders sensed the anomaly from Hao Li's disappearance for more than half a month, and began to move around. They secretly united with other dissident shareholders, trying to take the opportunity to pull Hao Li out of office, and also tried to change the ownership of Shengrui Group.

From their point of view, Hao Li's only son, Song Ziyuan, is a douchebag who cannot be supported. Even Fengrui Investment Company, which is in the limelight, must have been secretly helped by Hao Li.

As long as Hao Li falls down, there is nothing to be afraid of, just a rich second generation.

For this reason, Hao Li rushed back to the country non-stop after undergoing a major operation without taking care of his recuperation, and came out to suppress those old guys who harbored ulterior motives.

Originally, he had planned well and planned to take the opportunity to take them all together so that Song Ziyuan could clean up the alien party, but unexpectedly, he was betrayed by his cronies and turned into an army.

Hao Lida, who was not fully recovered, was stimulated and fainted from anger at the conference venue, and was sent for emergency treatment.

As soon as Wei Ba finished reporting the situation, lawyer Zhang rushed over after receiving the news, and handed Song Ziyuan a will and equity transfer letter.