Chapter 79 - Remembering the past.

When Jihai came downstairs, he saw Ryōsei and Natsuhiko talking to each other. He knew how close they were, especially when it came to spying on him. Naturally, this kind of thing won't have been tolerated but he was still in need of them.

Natsuhiko turned around when Ryōsei signaled him of an unknown presence. He smiled when he saw his cousin approaching them. "Jihai! Look, my father has been rescued, let's go and see him!"

Jihai looked behind him to see Ryōsei shaking his head in warning. He replied. "We should allow him to rest. Tomorrow I'll accompany you to greet him."

"But I want to go now." The light in Sakai Natsuhiko's eyes made Ryōsei retreat quietly but Jihai refused to back down.

"Enough, we should let him have some time to gather his thoughts in case we have to question him." Jihai relaxed his tense muscles when he saw that his cousin had agreed. "But coming back to business, explain to me why you scared my fiancee like that."

"Because I felt like it." Sakai Natsuhiko paused when he saw Jihai's glare. "I promise to be nicer next time. So when are you two getting married?"

"When I finish my revenge." Jihai led him into his private office and shut the door before he sat down. "Have you made the preparations I asked you to do?"

"Yes. Tomorrow when you pay a courtesy visit to the president, there will be enough security to secure your trip. I heard that Wen Qiqiang will be there too." Sakai Natsuhiko was really looking forward in meeting that old man and tearing him to shreds. Back in the day, when he and his father fell into the abyss, it was his uncle, Sakai Harumitsu who always pulled them out with his warm smile and his tender kindness.

But then those bastards killed him and their family just fell apart.

It was never the same again.

His thoughts were broken when he felt his cousin grip his hands, shaking him. "Natsuhiko! Natsuhiko!"

His glazed eyes turned to see Jihai's alarmed expression. It took him a minute to realize that he had pierced his left hand with his dagger. Jihai raised him up and covered his palm with his own as he took him to one of the bathrooms upstairs. His eyes trailed to the drops of blood that spilled out of his hand onto the polished floor when he heard his cousin grimace and mutter. "I just hope you didn't pierce an artery or something......"

He remained quiet and watched his cousin bandage his wounded hand with skilled efficiency. After he was done, Jihai turned and asked him with a soft gaze. 'There, there you go. Does it still hurt?"

Those words took him back in time when he was just a little boy. He remembered when he just gotten the report that he was also suffering from

moderate hemophilia just like his father after he had gotten injured during a school football match. His mother had abandoned him, unable to handle his father's worsened mental condition so it was his uncle and his wife that took him to the hospital.

Bai Lianzhen, his uncle's wife was silently crying like they had diagnosed him with cancer and the other family members were despaired but his uncle wasn't. He simply bent down and touched his injured knees with a tender touch, saying. "From now on, you will have to be more careful when you play, Natsuhiko. Tell this strong uncle, does it still hurt?"

When he saw his uncle's warm blue eyes staring at him like that, he found out he couldn't feel the pain anymore. His uncle was that warm spring breeze that made them happy when the nightmares drove them crazy.

"Natsuhiko! Are you alright?" Jihai shook his cousin's hand until he saw that he was now conscious of his surroundings. "Have you taken your medicine?"

"Yes." Natsuhiko retrieved his hand and walked away, returning back with his medicine bottles to give to his cousin. "Here, keep it for me."

"Okay." Jihai smiled. "Let's go."

Unknown to them, a certain uncomfortable scene was taking place downstairs in the family room between a man and a woman. They sat apart from each other and even the top tier space heater couldn't dispense the coldness radiating from Mo Bingwen.

He asked. "What are you doing here?"

Su Menxiang's face was covered with tears as she held an envelope, looking so heartbroken. "I finally know why you hate me, Bingwen."

Mo Bingwen's eyes faltered.

"Its all my fault, its all my fault." Su Menxiang had never felt so remorseful like this since the day she was born. She had just found out through an anonymous message that asked her to follow her third brother at a designated time. At first, she was skeptical, not wanting to get involved with his personal business. As the only girl in the family, she was aware that one of her roles in the family was to stay ignorant and quiet of certain things. But her curiosity won over and she followed him, overhearing him talk about a particular topic that she was stunned to hear. "Its all my fault. M-My third brother...... he poisoned you....and its all because of me."

She was unable to control the nerve wracking sobs that came over her and lowered her head, crying. Bingwen stretched his hand to touch her hair but quickly retracted it when she lifted her head. He turned his head away and said coldly. "Stop crying. You are going to wake up your friend who is sleeping upstairs."

She hiccupped for a while before she asked him. "Tell me, have you found a cure yet?"

"Not yet. I haven't been able to find a cure but it has been suppressed." Bingwen could see the wheels in her head turning as she calculated how much time he had left. He was told that this poison was a royal ranking poison of the Su family.

The cure of such a poison would equal to the death of a Su family descendant.

"I don't feel so well. Let's disuss about this matter tomorrow." Bingwen gave a pointed stare.

"Oh, I understand. Then, I will come back tomorrow." Menxiang quickly stood up and gave him a bottle of medicine. "This can also help you, please take it."

"Give me that! Don't open it! Bingwen!" Menxiang tried to retrieve the envelope but failed miserably. She was forced to watch him open it from a safe distance away from her.

Bingwen tore open the envelope and opened the paper after seeing it was from the hospital. His eyes widened in disbelief as it alternated from looking at the paper and then her. He gasped. "You a-are ......pregnant. Am I the father?"

Menxiang slumped on the chair as tears ran down her cheeks when she nodded. "Yes.. But I don't intend to keep this baby."