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Chapter 2623

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His wife's death was equivalent to cutting off Fu Yusheng's obsession of more than 20 years. Without seeing blood, he was split into two halves. From then on, he was no longer whole. He would always be missing half of himself.

He looked at Ye Chien, but it didn't seem like he was looking at Ye Chien. His gaze was somewhat broken.

His daughter's surname was "Ye," not "Fu." He thought that she probably didn't want to marry someone else. He was afraid that even if he showed up, she wouldn't want to see him again.

He thought that if that was really the case … then it was fine. He could see her from afar and know that she was living well. He wouldn't disturb her.

That was what he originally thought, and that was the only thing he dared to think.

He didn't dare to think too deeply about other outcomes. He was afraid that he was thinking too much.

What Old Master Fu said during the day had already sounded an alarm in him. He didn't dare to think about it.

As long as she was alive, he didn't dare to ask for anything else.

He would let go of his obsession, let go of his past, and live with his daughter in the future.

However, the outcome that he didn't want to know the most still happened.

The woman he loved the most, his beloved wife, had passed away more than 10 years ago.

"I said that I would marry her and let her live a good life where she could do whatever she wanted in the future. Your mother must be thinking that men are indeed unreliable. What they say is no different from spilled water. It's all said casually and forgotten the moment they turn around.

"Hongmei must be angry at me. I didn't say anything, not even a word … and she disappeared. On the day we registered for marriage, she must have waited from the time we agreed to meet until sunset.

"Your mother usually looks gentle and sweet, but she's actually a woman who can endure hardships. Out of all the female soldiers, she was the only one who was selected to become the first female special forces soldier in our country. You don't know how good your mother is, especially her marksmanship. Even the chief in the army praised her. Even the male soldiers can't compare to her.

"Such a good female soldier was chased by a weak scholar like me. We promised to spend the rest of our lives together, but on the day we registered for marriage, I disappeared. She must be so sad and hate me."

Ye Chien, who was sitting opposite him, burst into tears. Hearing Father Fu's last sentence, Ye Chien desperately shook his head with tears in his eyes. "No, no, Mother doesn't hate you. I really don't hate you … "She was just very disappointed.

"I've been waiting since morning. I waited until the sun rose to the top of my head. I waited until the sun set. I waited until the sky turned dark, but he still hasn't come …"

"There was no more news of the person I loved. It was as if he had disappeared. You disappeared, but I got pregnant. His bloodline reminded me that my love with him was not a dream … "Ye Jian said softly what her mother had written in the diary. Her voice was soft and gentle, like the evening breeze in summer, and also like the bone-chilling snowy wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

When he heard what his late wife wrote in her diary, the chief engineer of the missile research and development had a miserable look on his face. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles looked like they were about to pop out of his skin.

His eyes were completely red, as if tears were about to flow out, but they didn't.

Chief Engineer Fu hadn't cried when he had been wronged back then, and his eyes hadn't turned red. Now, because of the words in his late wife's diary, the dignified chief engineer of missile research and development had turned red.

He didn't cry, but Ye Chien could feel that he was crying. It was a cry from the depths of his soul.

True sadness wasn't the kind that could be shown on the surface. Instead, it was fiercely suppressed in the heart, and he didn't know how to vent it out.

Because he couldn't find any way to vent the sadness in his heart.

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