The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 225 Forced Marriage 3_1

Finally, the photos arrived. One look, and he burst into laughter filled with frustration: five photos from Phoenix Sister’s portrait collection, topped off with a bonus one of Sister Furong.

"Miss, are you just messing with me?"

"Then why wouldn’t you send me a photo?"

He gave a bitter smile. If I showed you, would you even continue chatting with me? You’d probably block me immediately. Somehow, a greedy thought arose within him: I really want to understand her, to know her truest self, her genuine thoughts. When she was by my side, she never talked this much. She was always silent and submissive, never revealing her inner self to anyone—

It was just like his shock moments ago: She was actually afraid that I would chase her to the ends of the earth over a paltry sum of money and throw sulfuric acid at her.

How terrifying! In her eyes, I was no different from those street thugs.

For the first time, he felt a surge of sadness—Was it for her, or for myself?

There was a knock on the door. He put down his phone and said, "Come in."

Liu Daqing came in and sat down across from him. He looked at her closely and couldn’t help sighing. "Lady Daqing, you have white hair."

She wasn’t bothered. "I’ve had it for a long time; you’ve only just noticed."

He was shocked. "I always thought you were young!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

She laughed. "If you can still joke around, it proves you’re in good spirits."

Actually, cancer is preventable and treatable. Of all cancer patients who die, one-third are scared to death. Another third die because they cannot tolerate excessive medication. The final third die because their treatment is ineffective.

In other words, as long as one is determined and optimistic, coupled with superior medical conditions, the possibility of curing cancer is high. But that’s easier said than done—how many people, knowing they have cancer, can genuinely remain optimistic and cheerful?

Liu Daqing noticed the smile on her son’s face—it was a genuine smile, not forced or superficial. He seemed full of life.

What made him so happy? she wondered. Could he have found some new amusement during his illness?

"Did Zhou Ting come to see you afterwards?"

"Yes, she brought the wedding photos over. But I destroyed them all..." he explained. "I don’t think there’s any need to keep such things."

Liu Daqing was a little surprised. That was too quick. Did he destroy them immediately after Zhou Ting left?

"But the Zhou Family still intends to proceed with the wedding, and they want to make it as grand and lively as possible. Donglin, what are your thoughts?"

Instead of answering, he asked, "Is Old Zhou really in danger?"

"I’m far away overseas, so my information might not be perfectly up-to-date. But judging from Zhou Ting’s reaction, Old Zhou must be very anxious. Otherwise, Zhou Ting wouldn’t have agreed to such clearly unreasonable demands from her family."

"So, Lady Daqing, what are your thoughts?"

"Donglin, you’re an adult! You make your own decisions."

Wan Donglin burst into laughter. "Lady Daqing, you’ve always been a Tai Chi master! You actually kicked the ball to your own son."

She blinked. "Do you want me to tell the truth?"

"No, no, no, I prefer to hear pleasant lies."

Beautiful lies are often preferable to the cruel truth.

Just then, Liu Daqing’s phone rang. She made a gesture, and Wan Donglin understood immediately—it was a call from the Zhou Family.

"Hello, Old Zhou... Yes, I’m out handling a few things..."

It really is Old Zhou!

Liu Daqing spoke as she walked towards the window. Wan Donglin mused, It seems Old Zhou has personally intervened. He must be truly desperate, not even letting his cancer stop him, insisting I become his son-in-law.