After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 117: You Care About Me

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: You Care About Me

Li Tingmo sat next to Li Sihe, his voice indifferent: "You should be well aware of your own health; are you seeking death?"

Li Sihe responded calmly with a smile: "I am sick of living, the days are monotonous and uninteresting."

But Li Sihe’s calm reply was met with an even angrier cold stare from Li Tingmo.

"Li Sihe, what on earth do you want to do? Haven’t I been accommodating enough to you during this period? You wanted me to return the inheritance to Bian Yue, I did! You said you didn’t want to be betrothed to Zhuang Jie Ning, and I didn’t press you! What else do you want?" Li Tingmo suppressed his emotions as he looked at Li Sihe, his gaze icy: "Don’t be too ungrateful!"

"Father accuses me of being ungrateful? What does Father consider as being grateful? How should I be compliant?" Li Sihe’s expression remained undisturbed, his sickly face growing even paler as he covered his mouth to cough lowly, a cold light passing through his eyes: "I want to take control of Fengcheng Group."

Li Tingmo was dumbfounded, his extreme anger turning into laughter, "Have you gone mad? With your current health? You still dream of taking control of Fengcheng Group? What grand statements you make! Li Sihe, do you have any sense of how long you can live?"

Li Sihe spread open his palm, saw the trace of blood he had just coughed up, and with Li Tingmo’s horrified gaze upon him, he emotionlessly wiped the blood from his palm.

He said faintly: "Father thinks that I am not long for this world, so it’s pointless to struggle for anything more? But I am not willing to accept that. Didn’t you tell me before that a person should always take control of their own destiny, no matter the circumstances? I took that to heart."

Li Tingmo felt a chill throughout his body, shockingly looking at Li Sihe, unable to hide his bewilderment: "Now you should be focusing on recuperating. Li Sihe, what is more important than your own life? Even if you do take control of Fengcheng, what makes you think you can stabilize those beneath you with your current health?"

"So, does Father plan to adopt a child from another branch of the family in his name?" Li Sihe spoke calmly: "I wonder which child has caught Father’s eye now? Is that child smart enough? Easy to control?"

Li Tingmo’s expression was slightly flustered.

With Li Sihe’s current health and Tang Yuwei advancing in years, the best solution would be to adopt a child from a collateral branch.

This matter was only in preparation, with nothing revealed to the public; yet, Li Sihe, convalescing in the hospital, seemed to know everything already.

Li Tingmo looked at Li Sihe’s gaze and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt.

He began to speak, his voice unsteady: "Shiheng, you shouldn’t think like that of me. How could I possibly go and adopt a child from a collateral branch?"

"What I said isn’t about now but about the future."

The car drove smoothly on the road, just like Li Sihe’s voice, calm without a single ripple. The gentleman who was once gentle as jade finally cast off his hypocritical facade, exposing his sharp fangs.

"There won’t be a future either..." Li Tingmo said softly: "What if this illness is cured? Shiheng, you have to trust me, I will find you the best doctors, the most advanced medical support."

"One week." Li Sihe interrupted Li Tingmo’s endless speech: "In a week’s time, there will be a re-election for the chairman of Fengcheng Group. Father, I hope you will attend the meeting on time."

Li Tingmo felt that Li Sihe must have lost his mind due to this illness.

How could he speak of such wild fantasies with no expression on his face?

"I know you’ve done well at Fengcheng over the years and earned a good deal of people’s favor, but Shiheng, you are so seriously ill right now, and the board members aren’t insane. Why would they want to elect you?"

Li Tingmo frowned, his tone tinged with impatience, "Is it just because of the so-called contributions you’ve made in the past? Shiheng, those people are colder than you think!"

"That’s none of Father’s concern. If I dare convene the board meeting in such a state, I am prepared. And I hope Father will prepare early as well, so as not to lose too badly when the time comes."

"Are you declaring war on me?" Li Tingmo felt disappointed in his heart, "Shiheng, I thought that, no matter what, after all these years, you would appreciate my guidance and care! I am your father, after all!"

"I know you are my father." Li Sihe closed his eyes, his pale and weakened face revealing vulnerable emotions, as sunlight cast a gloomy shadow over his features, and his voice was as cool as water: "Thanks to my father, your son is destined to never marry the woman he loves in this lifetime."

Li Tingmo finally understood.

A cold laughter escaped him, anger raging within, "Are you blaming me? Li Sihe, do you think it’s my fault that you and Bian Yue separated, and now, you want to take revenge on me?"

"I’m not a person swayed by romantic feelings, and Bian Yue is not the reason I want to compete with you for power. I won’t adorn my personal desires with the name of Bian Yue. Father, I simply love power, I like being the person in control of Fengcheng, that’s all."

The smile on Li Tingmo’s face froze, his unwilling eyes fixed on Li Sihe’s feigned sleeping visage: "I don’t understand, can power be more important than your own life?"

"Yes, power is more important than my life." Li Sihe’s voice did not hesitate. Speaking again, he said with a faint mockery, "Father, isn’t this what you taught me?"

Li Tingmo was left speechless.

Today, Xiangjiang saw its long-lost sunny weather, and Bian Yue and Shen Jinci sat on the hill behind Weicheng Middle School until after 10 o’clock.

Bian Yue’s face was flushed red from the sun, and she suggested they go down the hill.

Shen Jinci asked if she was hungry and what she would like to eat.

Bian Yue was actually surprised, she said: "Shen Jinci, have you been with me all day today?"

"Mm."

"I thought you would go to Lixing for a bit. Previously, my father was always busy with endless tasks every day," Bian Yue said curiously.

"Your father cares about the Bian Group, wants to develop it further, but I have no desire for Lixing," Shen Jinci explained lightly.

They happened to pass several rather steep stone steps, and Bian Yue, walking down with her head lowered, held onto Shen Jinci’s hand tightly before saying, "But this is the business you’ve worked so hard for, why don’t you care?"

"Everyone cares about different things."

"You care about me."

Bian Yue blurted out unconsciously, and after speaking, she herself was stunned, standing bewildered in her tracks.

From any perspective, such words seemed too presumptuous and overly self-important.

Yet Shen Jinci just chuckled softly, his tone gentle, "Yes, I care about you."

Shen Jinci really did accompany Bian Yue for an entire day of fun outside.

Just like an ordinary couple, they watched movies, ate at street stalls, played claw machines.

Several times, Bian Yue had the illusion that the man by her side wasn’t Shen Jinci, but just an ordinary person.

Bian Yue liked the moments when he was immersed in the crowd, where no matter the dim lights or the gentle sun, the play of light and shadow was captivating.

When she talked to him, he would turn his face to look at her. Due to their height difference, he would lean over slightly, listening patiently, with a gentle smile always on his lips.

Thus, amidst the hustle and bustle of the moving crowd, Bian Yue actually felt at peace.