Chapter 518: 518: Money talks (3)
Han Yue’s heart raced, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, she spoke in a soft voice that carried a hint of rebuke, "We’ve been together for so many years, there’s no need for such formality. Just lie down, I know you’re not feeling well, and I have no regard for pomp and circumstance. We have our own way of being together, there’s no need to care about such worldly etiquettes."
She sat beside the bed and gently covered the man with a quilt.
Mr. Yang had been sick too long and now appeared gaunt and thin. He drew more breaths in than he let out, and his faint breathing was clearly that of a dying man.
"My wife..." he clutched Han Yue’s hand, then sighed weakly, calling out her na softly. "Yue’er, after I’ve gone... forget about , that would give
peace of mind, don’t suffer on my account."
Tears welled in Han Yue’s eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Mr. Su gave a bitter smile, "Life is determined by heaven, and how I wish I could live a little longer, to spend a few more years with you. If I’m gone, I fear you will be lonely. But my body is failing, it’s just a matter of ti. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after..."
Mr. Su closed his eyes and sighed softly again.
In his early days, he was born into a wealthy rchant family as the legitimate heir, only to fall into misfortune due to the sches of an people. During his downfall, he t Han Yue, who helped him reclaim his family’s business. In the more than ten years since their marriage, their love for each other was strong. They wanted to be together for a century, but the hardships he faced early in life had taken a toll on his health, leading to the full outbreak of his chronic illness in recent years.
He struggled but knew his days were numbered.
"The biggest regret of my life is not being able to leave you with a son or a daughter. That way, even if I were gone, with our child to accompany you, you might have an easier ti."
"Don’t talk foolishly. I’ve sent soone to inquire about Divine Doctor Yun. As long as we can find her, it doesn’t matter if it costs a fortune or if I have to work like an ox or a horse for her, as long as she can cure you, I am willing," she said with red-rimd eyes, and Mr. Yang felt an equal pang of sorrow.
Han Yue mustered her spirits and touched the man’s cheek with a tender gesture.
"You should sleep so more, rest a bit. I’ll go to the kitchen and check on the winter bamboo shoot soup that was being prepared for you earlier. I don’t know if it’s ready yet."
With that, she hurried out, but the mont she left the room, her tears fell like rain.
If he were to go, she feared she too would not be able to live alone.
Together in life, and also bound together on the Yellow Spring Road in death.
"Officer, Officer Fang has arrived; she says she has sothing to report to you," said a voice.
Han Yue ca out of Mr. Su’s room, her mind in turmoil, only to receive this news. She swiftly composed herself.
As a wife, her heart was completely tied to Mr. Su, but as the upstanding judge of Taihang Town, she made fair decisions and wore her Official’s Black Gauze Cap with honor, never failing her conscience.
She arrived at the front hall to find Fang Lanshan had been waiting for her for quite so ti.
"What is it?" Han Yue asked, with a smile on her face, hiding the worry and gloom from her earlier monts in Mr. Yang’s room.
Fang Lanshan looked sowhat uneasy as she spoke, "To report to the officer, I am... actually conveying a ssage on behalf of soone else. She says... while this illness is a relapse and has weakened his body, it is not incurable."
After saying this, Fang Lanshan stole a covert glance at Han Yue.
The fact that Officer Han doted on Mr. Yang was common knowledge in Taihang Town.
When Mr. Yang was still in good health so years ago, they often could be seen displaying their loving relationship in taverns and shops. However, since Mr. Yang fell ill, Officer Han gradually withdrew into seclusion.
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