Forced to Date a Big Shot

Xue Xi felt that this was all a dream.

This was the first time that she clearly sensed the special power in her body when she was awake. It was like an electric current was flowing around her body as though it was looking for an exit.

This special power also clearly formed a step in her mind as to how to use it. It was as though she was thinking of a difficult problem and suddenly understood.

At this moment, by the bed, the doctors had already given up on treatment and wanted to give the relatives some time to speak. Xue Xi held Fu Yuanxiu’s hand with one hand and Fu Chun’s hand with the other.

She looked at Fu Chun and asked again, “Are you ready?”

Fu Chun’s eyes were resolute as he nodded without any hesitation. “Mhm.”

Xue Xi then turned to look at Fu Yuanxiu and sighed silently. She closed her eyes and used the method Jing Fei had taught her before. She held her breath and focused. She abandoned all her thoughts and used her special power to control the electric current to sweep across Fu Chun and Fu Yuanxiu.

…

On the hospital bed, Fu Yuanxiu was on his last breath.

At this moment, his face was sallow and he could no longer speak. When he was in the operating theater, although he could not do anything, he still heard the doctors’ conversation. “His lung cancer cells have spread. His lungs are rotten. His abdominal cavity is accumulating blood. He can’t live anymore…”

“Give up on the treatment. Give him a few injections and let him leave safely.”

“There’s still time. Say goodbye to your family.”

The pain in Fu Yuanxiu’s body could no longer be felt because he was powerless. Or rather, he did not remember when, but he had read a theory. It was said that when a person’s life was in danger, their brain would consciously abandon the nerves that allowed one to feel pain and would instead focus on resisting death. A person would not feel pain.

Perhaps that’s it.

For example, at this moment, as long as he opened his mouth, he would vomit blood. Hence, he could not speak. However, he still felt that he understood something.

Especially special abilities, espers, transferring pain…

Also, Fu Chun said that he only had three months to live.

Fu Yuanxiu wanted to say, Don’t do this.

Don’t sacrifice yourself to save me!

However, he could not speak. He could only look at the blurry figure—his father.

…

To Fu Yuanxiu, the word “father” was similar to the word “teacher.”

He was strict and usually did not show any colorful side. He rarely saw his father smile at him.

When he was young, it was the nanny who took care of him. His father only paid for his care. He was usually engrossed in painting and did not care much about his studies. Whenever his results were out, he’d stared at the marks on it and had given him the ruler. “Why is my son so stupid? Give me twenty strokes!”

This person used the harshest language and the most terrifying actions to express his anger.

At that time, although Fu Yuanxiu appeared obedient, he was actually very rebellious and hated him.

It was as though he was not interested in anyone else in the world other than painting. He often went out. In order to find inspiration, he’d often be gone for a month. Even when he’s at home, he often stayed in the studio.

Fu Yuanxiu would occasionally bring his classmates home, but his father would always be impatient. He would either give him money to treat his classmates to a meal or flare up, making them not dare to come again.

Fu Yuanxiu was lonely.

He did not have a mother and the nanny at home kept changing…

Just like that, he grew up in an environment that lacked fatherly love and motherly love. Until the college entrance examination, when he was hesitating about what major he should study, his father jumped out. “My son, Fu Chun, will naturally study national paintings! He will spread the style of national paintings to the world!”

However, at that time, he was rebellious for the first time. He sneered in disdain. “National paintings have fallen. I want to learn oil painting!”

Fu Chun was so angry that his hands trembled. When he took out the ruler again, Fu Yuanxiu snatched it away. “Hit, hit, hit. All you know is to hit. Other than hitting people, what else can you do to me? Dad, I really wonder if you feel any kinship for me. Or is it that only national paintings are your true love? Am I, to you, a legacy or a relative?”

Fu Chun was stunned.

Fu Yuanxiu had won that protest.

After that, he walked toward the oil painting path.

Later on, he and Fu Chun treated each other respectfully on the surface. Fu Chun grew older little by little and he matured little by little. He had a gentle personality, but Fu Chun was still strict. In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were like any other father and son. However, Fu Yuanxiu knew that Fu Chun hated him because he did not study Chinese painting. No disciple could inherit what Fu Chun had learned in his life.

A few years ago, when he was diagnosed with lung cancer, Fu Yuanxiu actually did not care much because, in his opinion, the person he should be most worried about was Fu Chun.

However, this father of his had a cold personality. After finding out about his illness, he only said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get someone to treat you.”

At that time, Fu Yuanxiu felt that his father was not too anxious.

That’s true. If his beloved disciple, who had inherited his legacy, were to die, he would probably be even more sad than his son.

He felt that his father did not love him.

However, at this moment…

Fu Yuanxiu had lost too much blood and was feeling weak all over. However, he could clearly feel that his rotten lungs were slowly healing.

His originally blurry vision gradually became clearer.

Only then did he see Fu Chun’s face clearly.

The moment he saw it clearly, Fu Yuanxiu was stunned.

That middle-aged man in his impression who always had a straight face and a bad temper had unknowingly become hunched.

His back was facing him, and he seemed to be as indifferent to him as before.

However, that back gave off a faint sense of pride.

…

His lungs exploded. To Fu Yuanxiu, this was already a life-threatening illness, let alone to Fu Chun.

Xue Xi used her special power to complete the treatment, and Fu Chun had already collapsed on another hospital bed and never woke up again. This stubborn man, who had a strong sense of masculinity, did not speak a single word to Fu Yuanxiu until he died.

However, everyone in the room who looked at Fu Yuanxiu’s kind face did not need to say much. Because he had lost too much blood, he was so weak that he could not move, but his face was already filled with tears.

Qian Zheng’s eyes turned red and she was secretly wiping her tears.

Even Xue Xi was moved.

She stared at the remains of Painter. She, who had not enjoyed any kinship before she was 18 years old, might have returned home now, but her feelings for Ye Li and Xue Sheng were not as deep and dependable as those of ordinary children.

However, at this moment, four words suddenly flashed across her mind: fatherly love is silent.

Bang!

Fu Yuanxiu struggled until he fell from the bed. His legs were weak, and he knelt in front of Fu Chun. His mouth trembled as he shouted, “Dad!”

His voice was choked as he slowly said, “Dad, I’ve never told you before. Actually, I really like national paintings. The reason I went to learn oil paintings was just to go against you. It’s a rebellious period… Dad, open your eyes. I’ll study Chinese paintings well, alright?”

The shrill voice made Qian Zheng cry.

She went forward and wanted to help Fu Yuanxiu up, but Fu Yuanxiu waved his hand. “I want to stay with Dad for a while more.”

He still had many things he had not told his father.

Qian Zheng nodded. Before leaving the ward with Xue Xi, the two of them turned around again. When they saw Fu Yuanxiu crying, Xue Xi sighed. “It’s indeed one of life’s tragedies when the child wants to be raised and the parent is not around.”

Qian Zheng seemed to have thought of her late father and nodded.

Just as the two of them exited the ward, they saw a figure standing at the door. At this moment, Fang Yi was staring at Xue Xi in shock. She had seen the entire treatment process!

She shouted, “How can you know my healing technique? You, what exactly is your superpower?!”

Xue Xi clenched her jaw. Before she could answer, an angry scream suddenly sounded from beside her. “Fang Yi!!!”