The Second Son Kneels to Borrow Money? Making Up for Past Regrets in This Life!

Li Junsheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately quickened his pace toward home.

In the apartment building twenty minutes away from the machinery factory, Li Guohua and Ji Xiaocui were desperately pleading at Li Junsheng's doorstep!

In Ji Xiaocui's arms was a three-year-old boy, his face flushed red with a high fever.

This couple was Li Junsheng's second son and daughter-in-law, and the little boy was his grandson.

"Big brother, sister-in-law, please lend us some money so we can take our child to the hospital. No matter what, he's your nephew too," Li Guohua begged his elder brother, Li Guojun. But the eldest son remained indifferent, and his wife, Wang Xiuhua, acted as if it had nothing to do with her.

Ji Xiaocui was already crying in distress.

"Big brother, sister-in-law, please help us! Xiaowei has pneumonia and needs to be hospitalized. The doctor said we have to pay a deposit, but we don't have that much money right now. Once Xiaowei recovers, we'll pay you back immediately!"

Wang Xiuhua eyed Li Guohua and Ji Xiaocui disdainfully, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, not even letting them step inside to continue their plea.

"We don't have money either. Second daughter-in-law, since your parents are gone, why don't you go borrow from your uncle's side?"

Tears streamed down Ji Xiaocui's face. If she could have borrowed from them, she wouldn't have come begging to her brother-in-law and his wife.

They were truly out of options!

Li Guohua clenched his fists. He knew his elder brother and sister-in-law simply didn't want to lend them money.

"Big brother, all these years, I've never fought you for anything. Can't you lend me money just this once?"

They were flesh and blood brothers!

Li Guohua's expression darkened, clearly wounded by their cold indifference.

The eldest son sneered at him and was about to say something when Li Junsheng rushed back.

Seeing his second son and daughter-in-law at the doorstep, he immediately demanded in a stern voice,

"What's going on? Why are you blocking the door? If there's something to discuss, come inside!"

Hearing Li Junsheng's voice, Ji Xiaocui immediately fell to her knees before him, clutching Xiaowei in her arms.

"Dad, please, you have to save Xiaowei! He has pneumonia, and the doctor said we need to pay a deposit for hospitalization, but we're short by a few dozen yuan!"

"Xiaowei is your own grandson! Can you lend us the money? We swear we'll pay you back as soon as he recovers!"

Ji Xiaocui wept bitterly.

Her words struck Li Junsheng like a bolt of lightning!

His thoughts instantly flashed back to his past life—how he had favored the eldest son's family, and how all the money had been controlled by Ma Yulian.

Back then, when his second son and daughter-in-law had come begging for money, he hadn't been able to help, leading to his grandson's death from untreated pneumonia.

The tragedy had devastated Li Guohua and Ji Xiaocui. From then on, they had cut ties with him almost completely.

Even when he fell ill in his old age, they had treated him with cold indifference.

Perhaps this was their way of repaying him in kind.

After his grandson's death, Li Junsheng had been filled with regret!

He hadn't wanted the child to die, but he truly hadn't had the money to give.

Now, Li Junsheng felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

Thankfully, he had just reclaimed some of the money Ma Yulian had been funneling to her family from Chen Dazhu.

Otherwise, he would have been helpless once again!

Before Li Junsheng could respond, Li Guojun scoffed and said coldly to the couple,

"You're asking the wrong person. He doesn't have any money."

Because Li Junsheng had always favored the eldest son, Li Guojun knew exactly how much money his father had—or rather, didn't have.

He had always taken every penny Li Junsheng could spare.

In fact, Li Guojun was secretly thinking: If Dad had any money left, I wouldn't have had to scrimp and save to pay for my daughter's piano lessons!

"That's right," Wang Xiuhua chimed in. "Dad's at the age where he should be retired. We haven't even asked you two to contribute to his living expenses—where would he get extra money to lend you?"

Li Guohua and Ji Xiaocui exchanged glances, their expressions filled with despair.

What were they supposed to do now?

Their son was burning up with fever, barely conscious!

If they didn't get him to the hospital soon, something terrible would happen.

Li Guohua refused to believe it. His father had worked at the machinery factory for years—how could he not have saved up a few dozen yuan?

When he and Xiaocui had gotten married, they hadn't taken a single cent from his father, relying entirely on their own hard work.

Because of that, Xiaocui's family had resented him as a son-in-law, straining her relationship with them!

His own father was clearly unwilling to help. Even his closest family was this heartless!

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, resentment began to fester in Li Guohua's heart.

He couldn't understand why his father didn't love him at all.

The eldest son wouldn't even let the second son step inside, drawing the attention of nearby neighbors, who now pointed and whispered about the Li family.

"Ah, Guohua is so pitiful. Neither his father nor his mother cares about him. They didn't even help with his wedding, and now his son is sick, and his own brother and father won't lend him money!"

"That's right, Junsheng, don't be so biased. This is your own grandson—hurry up and give them the money so they can take the child to the hospital!"

"You've worked at the machinery factory for so long—how could you not have saved up a few dozen yuan?"

The neighbors' words snapped Li Junsheng out of his thoughts. He immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out money, handing it to Li Guohua.

"I have money! I have money!"

"Guohua, don't listen to your brother's nonsense! Take these two hundred yuan and get Xiaowei to the hospital. Pneumonia is no small matter!"

In his past life, his grandson's death had become an unhealed wound for Li Guohua and Ji Xiaocui—and a lifelong regret for himself.

This time, he would never stand by and watch his grandson die!

Two hundred yuan should be enough to cover treatment and hospitalization.

Seeing Li Junsheng produce the money, the onlookers sighed in relief for the couple.

"That's more like it! He's your own grandson, after all."

"Guohua, Xiaocui, hurry and take Xiaowei to the hospital. Don't delay!"

The second son and his wife had assumed their father wouldn't help either, but not only had he given them money—he had given them extra!

"Dad, thank you! I'll pay you back for sure!"

The eldest son's coldness hadn't shaken Li Guohua much, but the two hundred yuan from his father made his eyes redden instantly!

So his father did care about him!

"Enough of that! We're family—who cares about paying back? Xiaowei is my grandson too!"

Ji Xiaocui also looked at her father-in-law with tearful gratitude. She had always known Li Junsheng favored the eldest son's family, but now she realized she had misjudged him—he could still distinguish what truly mattered in a crisis.

Meanwhile, the eldest son and his wife were dumbfounded!

Wang Xiuhua rushed forward to see the money in Li Guohua's hands.

It really was two hundred yuan!

Good heavens!

Her father-in-law had just pulled two hundred yuan out of his pocket?

That was several months' worth of wages!

Where had he gotten it? They knew exactly how much money he had!

Had he been hiding secret savings all along?

Li Guojun was equally stunned, his face a picture of disbelief!

He had thought his father was completely tapped out—yet the old man had been holding out on them?