The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

“Is that so? Show me your call history on your phone. If that wretched boy doesn’t genuinely care about you, I’m not interested in having him as my son-in-law.”

Song Chuanqi was bothered by the fact that she had traveled all the way from the capital city by herself, and despite his weakness from being ill, he persisted in verifying it.

With teary eyes, Ye Xingguang showed Song Chuanqi her call history on her phone. He only looked satisfied when he saw it but was unhappy with her.

“Next time you travel alone, tell him first. You should share everything with your partner. Otherwise, what’s the point of having a partner?”

“I got it, Dad. How are you feeling now?”

Song Chuanqi answered without directly answering her question: “You spent your first month’s salary on gifts. Do you still have enough money left? If not, have your mother send you some. You’ve only been seeing each other for a short time, don’t ask him for money, understood? Don’t make my daughter look bad.”

“I know, I know. But how are you really feeling now? Don’t worry about me, I can definitely take care of myself.” Ye Xingguang started crying.

Song Chuanqi forced a weak smile: “Don’t cry, I’m not dead.”

Unable to stop the tears, Ye Xingguang retorted: “I am not crying! Of course, you won’t die, Dad, you have to live a long life and grow old with Mom. Otherwise, I’ll feel bad for her. Why would she get married if she can’t grow old with you?”

Bai Lanwu placed her hands on Ye Xingguang’s shoulders, unable to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.

As Song Chuanqi set his gaze on his wife’s face, his eyes filled with guilt.

He had no idea how he would fulfill the promise of growing old together with her, nor could he imagine her living on her own in the future. He felt an overwhelming sense of failure.

Yet, he was helpless. In the end, he could only revert the topic back to Ye Xingguang.

“Xingguang, you haven’t eaten tonight, have you? Lan Wu, go downstairs in the hospital and see if there’s a wonton shop. Xingguang loves eating wontons.”

Ye Xingguang stopped Bai Lanwu: “Mom, I’m not hungry, I just want to stay with Dad.”

“Your mother hasn’t eaten either. Why don’t you go and buy some, Xingguang, and bring back a portion for your mother?” Song Chuanqi quickly changed his suggestion.

Only then did Ye Xingguang ask: “Mom, haven’t you eaten either? Are you hungry?”

“I’m not… I’m a little hungry. Go and get it, bring back a portion for your mother,” Bai Lanwu said, worried about her daughter going hungry.

Only then did Ye Xingguang get up: “Then I’ll go and buy it for you, I’ll be back soon.”

Instead of leaving right away, she first went to the doctors’ office to ask Dr. Bo about Song Chuanqi’s condition.

Dr. Bo told her: “Your father’s uremia has worsened, leading to a variety of complications. His heart and liver functions have failed. Miss Ye… You should spend more time with your father. Given his current condition, you should prepare yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Xingguang felt a chill: “Can’t he undergo a kidney transplant? If there’s no kidney donors available, use an artificial one for my dad.”

“Artificial kidneys are still in the experimental stage. We currently don’t have any clinical trial cases. You’re asking me to use your dad as a lab rat.”

Ye Xingguang pressed her lips into a thin line.

Dr. Bo didn’t want to deliver the harsh news, yet he felt obligated to do so: “Even if your father were willing to be my lab rat, his current physical condition isn’t suitable for surgery. His illness came on very rapidly…”

“Enough,” she interrupted. Any more, and she would lose control of her emotions.

She didn’t want to accept this reality. Why are doctors so brutal? Patient’s families don’t really want to hear the truth. Couldn’t they just tell a comforting lie instead?