Fall in love with your enemy

Continuing from last time, I came out of the hospital and went to the ancestral grave with Lu Zeyun, taking the medicine. I had a doubt in my mind. I couldn't just live with this obvious malice, so even if I would be accused of being "unfilial" if I made a mistake, I had to figure it out.

Lu Zeyun was more unbelievable. He was dumbfounded when he stood in front of Lao Fu's tombstone. I asked Zhizhi to lead away the grave guards and bring back a few managers and shovels. Only then did he react and quickly grabbed me: "This is your father's grave, are you sure?"

"Now I don't even know if the remains of my father are in the ground I've been worshipping for years! How can I not check?"

"Then, then what is the basis for your suspicion?"

Lu Zeyun laughed out loud while talking. I couldn’t tell if it was out of embarrassment or something else, but I gritted my teeth and said, “Dig!”

Zhizhi went over to help the managers and stepped behind me to support me, as if he was afraid that I would not be able to accept it and fall down the next second. But in fact, I think he should support Lu Zeqian more. This guy is weak in everything. It's weird. Why is he so panicked when I dug my father's grave? I just asked him to do a test.

He took a long while to calm down. "Let me tell you first, I'm not sure. Ashes can't be used for DNA testing. I came here because you said there were teeth. You can't blame me if you can't find anything..."

"Don't worry, it won't end up like that. He didn't go to the incinerator." I sighed.

"Ah...ah? Didn't they say he was cremated?"

"We don't have the custom of cremation in our family. Unless the body died in a foreign land or was too decomposed to be transported, it was basically buried. There was something wrong with Old Fu's funeral, but the fire only burned the skin, and the bones were fine. I ordered him to be buried in advance. The box at the funeral actually contained his belongings."

“Oh, so you had a premonition about this day…right, right?” Lu Zeyun paused, not really knowing what to say. Seeing that Zhizhi and I were staring at him expressionlessly, he stood up straight and said seriously, “Sorry, it’s not funny.”

Zhizhi and I looked away and continued to watch the gradually cracking soil layer. After a while, a corner of the coffin appeared. I turned my head away when they pried it open. I was wrong. Zhizhi's support was still useful. At least at this moment I looked more fragile than the guest. After a while, someone pointed at me and came back with a bag containing a suitable piece of bone. After so many years, the body should have rotted away long ago, and the bones should be easy to take.

I took a deep breath, handed it to Lu Zeyun, and ordered him to fill the grave. At least until I proved my idea, the person in the grave was still "Old Fu". I also hoped that I was wrong.

But Uncle Hou is a man who will not do anything without profit. He will not harm me, but he will not help me by killing people. We are not that close. He has a wife and children. How could a child of a noble family who puts profit first take risks with his whole family? One wrong step will lead to disaster. Ask yourself, if it were the other way around, I would not do this for him.

So, if there is really someone in the Fu family who can promise him enough benefits to support him in doing anything, it is not me, but Old Fu...

After decades, I still know my family well. No matter who my second uncle fights, he is not in harmony with them in heart. He mainly weakens them and then destroys them. Because he is not a firm person, he may lose even when his power is at its peak. As for breaking the balance and fighting to the death once they fall out, even dragging innocent people to their deaths, that is Old Fu's style. When Old Fu is at his most cruel, he doesn't even want his own children.

After finishing these things, I arranged to send Lu Zeyun down the mountain. I felt relieved only after he confirmed in every possible way that the appraisal institutions they found were all trustworthy. I was also completely exhausted. When I returned to Qianhetang, my legs went weak and I fell to the ground crying. Zhizhi hurriedly came to support me and let me lean on him but he couldn't say any words of persuasion. He probably guessed what I was thinking, and from that moment on I understood that what I said was not nonsense.

The fire was full of doubts. Although the so-called "real murderer" was caught, such a reason was obviously bought with money. Old Fu's body was burned and disfigured. In an indifferent family, a deceased head of the family, to be honest, even if his body was replaced, who would care about him except me, his daughter? And I was too sad, so I hurriedly arranged the burial after catching the murderer. If that was why Old Fu was quietly taken away and revived, it is not impossible. And even if Old Fu was declared dead by the Hou family, I would not listen to his heartbeat or smell his breath. I just saw that the instrument showed that he was dead, and I believed it. But if he was just in a deep coma...

After the fire, we checked all the places where flammable kerosene might have been lost, but we didn't check the Hou family's car. It was Uncle Hou who gave me the advice and helped me arrange Mr. Fu's funeral.

I never thought that he and Lao Fu would deceive me for six years.

He wanted to escape and to resolve all the resentment that his second uncle and William had towards him over the years by dying, but he never thought that years or even decades of hatred could not be ended by just one life. William might just hate him, but his second uncle was more jealous. After Old Fu died, I was the only one with a formal family background, and he let me live alone in this family for six years.

Zhizhi held me and cried for a long time, but he couldn't hold it anymore, so he picked me up and sent me back to the room. He sat by the bed in silence for a while, then covered me with the quilt, took out his cell phone and made a call to tell people outside that I was sick and wouldn't be seen for the time being. As expected, the news spread quickly, and many people came to inquire, including a few strange ones, such as Ying Qi, who poked his head out to ask about the news in my hospital. Xuan promised others while telling Zhizhi and stared at him.

I understand that he was afraid that the medicine my second uncle gave me would take effect, so he came to inquire about the news. In fact, Uncle Hou put allergens in the memory-reducing medicine purely to imitate my second uncle. This was the case when I first asked Xiangyang to check my medicine. My second uncle also wanted me to have a long-term mild allergy. Who knows, one day I might get laryngeal edema and suffocate to death, but you can't say for sure that I will become desensitized. Life and death depends on God. This is where he is not firm enough.

If you are not firm enough, you will inevitably fail miserably.

Jiang Chulan came back after a while and told me that he had heard the news. My uncle had not yet had time to return to Linjiang, but he came to see me immediately and asked me to be prepared. Also, someone from Gao Xinci asked me when the interview would be. I have already dealt with it, but I don't think it will last more than three days, so I have to make a quick decision.

I agreed and asked Zhizhi to get the medicine that my second uncle handed to me. I had prepared a concentrated dose of more than a dozen pills and swallowed it with water. The amount of allergen was large enough and my body reacted immediately, with red rashes appearing one after another. The worst part was on my arms, which was also convenient for me to show. Not long after, my younger uncle came in the cold wind, and a series of questions came to my mind: How serious was my illness, why was I sick, and how did I know there was something wrong with Shuyi's medicine.

"I'm fine, it's just a simple allergy, and it will be fine after taking some medicine. But Shuyi is different, he has asthma, and if something happens to him, it won't be cured by taking medicine." As I said this, I coughed twice while covering my handkerchief, then rolled up my sleeves, revealing my right arm, which was disgusting to look at, and was covered with hives.

My uncle was shocked. My allergic reaction looked a bit scary. People with trypophobia would probably faint on the spot. Many of the rashes were connected together. It was also because I took too strong a dose of medicine. I even regretted it a little. I touched my chest and felt a little short of breath. My uncle quickly helped me to lie down on the edge of the bed and vomited twice before I recovered.

The family doctor just came in to add medicine to my IV bottle, and was grabbed by my uncle: "Miss, what's wrong? How did you suddenly have such an allergic reaction?"

Zhizhi quickly persuaded the doctor to let go first, and he sighed and explained: "I asked, maybe there was something wrong with the food. The kitchen used tapioca flour to make snacks today, and it seems that some of it floated into Shishi's soup, and then it became like this."

"Don't we have a small kitchen? How could we mix the cassava flour used to make soup with the one used by others?" The uncle was puzzled.

Zhizhi was also very smart. He sighed in a pretentious manner and motioned his uncle to glance at the manager outside: "Didn't they just change the person? He didn't know the staff well when he first came. He was always picky and couldn't eat the food they cooked. So we asked Guiyan Ting to make new ones. Who knew that we would be so unlucky..."

After hearing this, I almost reached out from under the quilt and gave Zhizhi a thumbs up. It was like killing two birds with one stone! Do I need to keep an eye on Chengcheng's little spies now? If I don't do anything, my uncle will chase them away. He immediately stood up angrily and said, "Nonsense! Doesn't he know his sister's health? Even if you send a new person here, at least he has learned everything he should learn! Get him out now and learn! And those people in the kitchen, they can even make such a low-level mistake! Just notify them that tapioca flour is not allowed in the future, and no one can eat it! If you want to eat it, get out and eat it!"

I continued to cough with my handkerchief covering my mouth, and said incoherently while coughing: "Uncle, no, not that serious... cough cough, I can just change someone else, and don't bully them too much. This is a problem between Chengcheng and me, we can solve it... cough..."

Doctor Zhao was there to help. He just finished measuring my blood pressure and sighed deeply, "This time it's really serious. My blood pressure has dropped a bit. I really need to be careful in the future. If the situation gets serious, I'll go into shock."

Zhizhi was panicking when she heard this. While helping me calm down, she deliberately asked in front of my uncle: "Does she still take her usual medicines? Will it have any effect when she has allergies?"

Doctor Zhao was startled, then nodded: "Eat it! What effect will it have? If there is any effect, then skipping a meal will make her body weaker, right?"

After saying that, the man went out. Only Zhizhi, my uncle and I were left in the room. Zhizhi poured some water and was about to continue feeding me medicine. I thought, doesn't it seem like my brother doesn't have to act so hard? I'm already allergic to it, and I still need to add more? Zhizhi's mouth shape said, don't worry, he has prepared it in advance, these are colored sugar pills.

But I didn't expect that my uncle would stop me from taking the medicine. He looked quite nervous. He regretted it as soon as he stopped me. His eyes dodged for a moment, then he sighed and looked worried: "I think, medicine is three-point poison. Anyway, Shishi is only losing blood now. Why not let her soak ginseng roots in water every day? Supplements are always better than medicine, especially when she is sick. If she takes allergy medicine or something else, what if it conflicts with the regular medicine and there is a problem again..."

"Really?" I paused and looked at Zhizhi. This simple action got some useful information out of him. His performance was not in vain. Zhizhi put down the medicine, glared at his uncle secretly, and got up to soak ginseng again.

I held my uncle's hand and waited until Zhizhi walked away before I spoke mysteriously, "Uncle, don't worry about me. Go and look after Shuyi. I'm worried that he's targeting our entire family. Apart from me, Shuyi would be the easiest target. Think about who you've offended recently. You're so cruel. Even if you succeed, it won't do him any good. Why bother?"

"Don't worry about these. Just focus on your illness. I don't know how long it will take to investigate all my enemies one by one. Fortunately, it was discovered early and Hou Wenbin is already cleaning up the mess." My uncle helped me lie down, thought for a while and asked, "But Shishi, how did you know that the problem with Shuyi was in the medicine? Who did you ask to investigate? Hou Wenbin said he didn't know about it."

I suppressed my emotions and rolled up my sleeves as usual: "I was just guessing. During the few days I took care of Shu Yi, I found that he used a lot of asthma medicine, but he only had a mild case. Logically, it shouldn't be like that. There were no dandelions, poria cocos, dust, etc. around. I was worried that it was pollen. I even removed the flowers on the table and asked someone to clean the ward several times with disinfectant, but Shu Yi's medication didn't decrease. I also saw him scratching his chest all the time. When I asked him, he said it was because of the bites of gnats from Jinhai. All his classmates were like this, but Shu Yi didn't wear clothes at school, and the bites couldn't just be on his chest. Besides, how long has he been away from Jinhai? It's winter in Linjiang now, where would the bugs come from? The rash should have healed a long time ago. I also thought about it for a long time, until I drank the soup with tapioca flour this morning, and saw that my allergy was similar to Shu Yi's. I thought that the things he was allergic to were not around, so it must have been eaten from his mouth. Shu Yi's meals were prepared and sent to him by me every day, so there couldn't be a problem. Then there was only medicine left."

My uncle looked away, frowned and thought for a long time, then closed his eyes and sighed in front of me for a long time. Even though he reacted quickly and helped me lie down, unfortunately he was caught by me again before he could get up.

"Uncle, this is really serious! I know that I have been sick all the time, and Shu Yi is even more serious than me! I just touched a little tapioca flour and there is a risk of shock. Shu Yi has asthma. What if he really has an acute attack and suffocates..." I lowered my head, showing an emotion that I could not imagine. The reality was indeed terrifying.

My uncle was naturally anxious. Even though we had been separated for many years and hadn’t seen each other, he was still his son. The flesh that had fallen off his body would hurt no matter what. He didn’t care about anything else. He covered me with a quilt and told me to rest, then he was anxious to leave. However, there was a small action before he left that still remained in my sight - he quietly took my medicine box away.

I smiled bitterly. It was actually a drop in the bucket. If I really kept taking the medicine that my second uncle replaced, there would be tomorrow even if I lost today. How much use could it have? It only told me one thing: my younger uncle had been my second uncle's ally for many years, either voluntarily or forcedly.

Zhizhi came back a little while later, slammed the ginseng water on the table, and rolled his eyes at the door. I coughed twice before pulling him to sit down. I, a patient, patted his back to relieve his anger: "What's wrong? What dirty things did you see again?"

"Fu Mingyan went out and threw the medicine box into the trash can." Zhizhi said very simply.

I patted him lightly and said, "Don't even call me uncle. It's rude."

"Don't you need to pretend or be polite when you are with this kind of person in private? His look shows that he has always known that Fu Mingtang changed your medicine. He didn't stop you or even remind you when you wanted to kill you! He is an ungrateful wolf and a lackey! In my opinion, his son should die of illness! He will know how disgusting this despicable method is. He deserves it!" Zhizhi was in disbelief at first, and gradually he turned into resentful curses. In the end, it was a bit too much. I felt sad but helpless, and drank the ginseng water on the table.

"Not really. Didn't we find out earlier that he wasn't the mastermind and he didn't participate. I guess it was Second Uncle who quietly told him when he recruited him. My uncle has been suppressed all these years. Even if he knew about the bad things Second Uncle did, he was powerless to do anything. Today he gave me a kind reminder, and I feel enough..."

Zhizhi folded his arms and looked at me. He couldn't help but lean against the headboard and said, "Good intentions? I think he was suffocated by the pressure and deliberately leaned towards you, but even if we cooperate in the future, we can't trust him completely."

"You can't trust anyone completely." I laughed out loud, staring at the ceiling in a daze, and even my voice became hollow. "He's a man, he has a wife and his own children, and that's the responsibility he shoulders. He must put these first. It's good enough that he can take time out to see me, but we can't ask for too much. He's just my uncle, aren't we using him? This family, this life, is just going to live like this."