I don’t know if it’s because life has taken ill, making one especially fragile and irritable, but Xi Yuanshan couldn’t hold his tongue, speaking with sarcasm, and somehow dragged Gu Yuzhi into the conversation.
This triggered Gu Qiusha’s anger instantly.
"Xi Yuanshan, shut up for me!"
Knowing he was in the wrong, Xi Yuanshan snorted, turned his head away, and clenched his teeth in silence.
However, Xi Ruzhu just opened her mouth in surprise before closing it again.
Gu Yuzhi, isn’t that the big uncle? Could it be that Mom and Uncle have some unspeakable secrets?
So, the love between Mom and Dad isn’t that unbreakable...
She seemed to have opened a door to a new world and was eager to explore it.
Xi Yuanshan’s condition was critical, and the doctors were waiting for the family’s decision.
Gu Qiusha ran to the hallway, wiping her tears.
Zuzi walked up behind her: "Xiao Sha, don’t you want him to die?"
She knew that the kind-hearted Gu Qiusha had already made her decision.
Sure enough, Gu Qiusha tiredly wiped the corner of her eye, forcing a bitter smile: "Zuzi, your dad said some harsh words just now, don’t mind him. After all, he’s seriously ill and struck by the news, losing his norm. As husband and wife, how can I watch him die without doing something, not to mention, the kids can’t be without a father. Even if I sell all my dowry, I should help him fight the illness..."
Zuzi slightly raised her eyebrows.
After all, Xi Yuanshan has not made any big mistakes these many years, it’s normal for Xiao Sha to have some affection for him as a spouse.
However, fate does not offer many chances to Xi Yuanshan.
It depends on what he chooses to do next.
Zuzi said calmly, "Xiao Shan might not die yet, he could be saved. But... everything has two sides. If he survives, it may not be good for you. Perhaps... it will bring a lot of unbearable pain. Are you still willing to accept that?"
Gu Qiusha was taken aback.
She didn’t quite understand the profound words Zuzi was saying.
Nor did she understand why her daughter spoke in such a manner.
As if predicting something.
She just instinctively nodded: "I’m willing to save him. I haven’t thought that far ahead."
Zuzi knew clearly, gently tapped her shoulder, and said earnestly: "But it doesn’t matter, Xiao Sha, you just need to remember that the choices fate offers each person always come with a marked price. Your choice is kind-hearted, and eventually, you will reap sweetness from the bitterness."
Tears still clung to Gu Qiusha’s eyelashes, as she stared blankly at Zuzi.
This daughter of hers is truly unconventional, obviously with a tender appearance yet often speaking profoundly.
Even being treated like a fool by everyone, she often foresaw events with prophetic accuracy!
She couldn’t help but hug Zuzi, speaking through her stuffed nose: "Zuzi, my dear, Mommy has no other worries, just afraid that if the family’s money is drained to treat your dad, you three sisters will have to bear hardships when you go to college, and what about your dowry when you get married in the future..."
The more Gu Qiusha thought, the more worried she became: "If my precious Zuzi, because of a lack of dowry, ends up marrying that guy from the little restaurant who slaughters chickens and ducks, I will cry until I’m blind..."
Zuzi tilted her little head, thinking: "A man who slaughters chickens and ducks? Who’s that?"
Gu Qiusha seriously gestured: "That guy from the last time, driving a broken SUV, wearing that tattered, blood-stained white shirt, the one you said came from the mountains and whose job is slaughtering."
Zuzi understood, responding with a flat tone to correct:
"He doesn’t slaughter chickens and ducks."
"Hmm, what he usually slaughters are... people."