Chapter 599 (2/2)

Although Fu Siming was also worried, he knew that Su Jin's life was not in danger now. Tang Xinyue brought her to Japan for only one purpose, that is, to intimidate him.

”Father in law, don't worry. Xiaojin's life is not in danger now. She's safe.” Fu Siming's peaceful way.

Nangong Yi's eyes were red and shook his head: ”how do you know that there is no life danger? Do you know who tied her?”

Speaking of this, he took a deep look at Fu Siming, and then understood: ”do you know who kidnapped Xiaojin?”

Fu Siming's eyebrows condensed a touch of sadness. Facing Nangong Yi's question, he nodded powerlessly: ”I know.”

”Who is it?” Nangong Yi asked reluctantly.

After a little meditation, Fu Sihui replied, ”it's my mother.”

Nangong Yi opened his mouth and looked at Fu Siming in surprise. The look on his face was unpredictable, like crying, laughing and angry. He slowly spit out a few words from his mouth: ”are you kidding me? Where does a mother kidnap her daughter-in-law? Doesn't she know Xiaojin is pregnant?”

A series of questions made Fu Siming feel ashamed.

He truthfully told Nangong Yi about his relationship with Tang Xinyue and why Su brocade was taken away.

After hearing Fu Siming's words, Nangong Yi sighed long and looked sad.

”I don't care what the relationship between you and your mother is. I want my daughter to be safe. It's up to you. You must bring Xiaojin back to me.” Nangong Yi was angry and felt very absurd.

There is such a mother in the world, so unscrupulous for her own interests.

Even her own son, she hurt.

Fu Siming bowed his head, nodded heavily, and said firmly, ”even if I don't want my life, I will ensure Xiaojin's safety.”

Later, he called Tang Xinyue, but the phone was not connected.

Fu Siming had no patience to wait, so he decided to take a private plane and fly to Osaka.

At this time, Tang Xinyue was in the hospital, frowning.

Yamamoto on the hospital bed was thin and out of phase. The doctor shook his head repeatedly to show that they had done their best.

”Mr. Yamamoto is terminally ill. We have tried our best to save Mr. Yamamoto's life, but he won't last long.”

Tang Xinyue held back her inner grief and asked, ”how long does he have?”

”If this can be maintained all the time, he still has a life span of one and a half months.” The doctor said with regret.

The doctor's words made Tang Xinyue fall into the ice. She looked at Yamamoto in the hospital bed with heartache and held his hand tightly.

The latter seemed to respond to her.

Although she just shook it gently, Tang Xinyue still felt it. She happily held each other's hand, tried to squeeze out a smile and said, ”Yamamoto, our son is coming soon. Hold on, I will let him recognize you.”

Yamamoto turned his eyes and tried to make a sound, but he didn't say anything because he was too weak.

Tang Xinyue's tears rushed over at once. Hot tears kept hitting the back of Yamamoto's thin hand, like beads with broken lines.

”I know, I know, I know everything. You can't rest assured of the club, me and my son. Just rest assured and rest assured of me.”

Yamamoto understood Tang Xinyue's words, released her hand and went to sleep.