Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 750 - 749: The Land is Calling Him

"My wife passed away from breast cancer previously, and her dying wish was for our son to be educated and become successful."

Bodyguard mentioned his wife with a choked voice.

He wasn’t crying because they were poor, but because of the sadness of his wife’s departure.

The audience in the Live Broadcast Room felt too embarrassed to send comments, sympathizing with the hard life of this fated family. They hesitated to discuss family matters with Bodyguard, so they urged Mianmian.

[Little Grandma, can you help persuade his son to study? I can help with the expenses, I can sponsor him.]

[The good person in front cannot be the only one, leave some opportunities for everyone. Little Grandma, why not open a fundraising account? We all want to contribute. ]

[I think the same, we trust Little Grandma’s account, there’s no need to fear being cheated by the fundraising platform! And it will definitely reach the fated person!]

Everyone was voicing their suggestions eagerly, and the uncle then moved the phone closer to his eyes.

After carefully understanding what everyone was saying, he smiled honestly: "No need for donations, no need, compulsory education is free, we just pay for the books, and I can afford that. I only need Little Grandma’s help to persuade my son..."

Mianmian stayed silent all along because she had been calculating the uncle’s fate just now.

Uncle truly had a hard life, already stricken with cancer and soon to die. After his death, his son would take on the responsibility of caring for his sister, continuing to farm at home and take care of his sister into old age.

But the odd thing was that the fate of Uncle’s son was inferred from his daughter’s, not calculated by her.

She couldn’t predict the future of Uncle’s son.

That meant Uncle’s son might be the Reincarnation of a Fairy.

"Uncle, where is your son?" Mianmian didn’t directly agree to help the uncle, blinking her eyes, "I feel he might share a fate with me."

If he was indeed a reincarnated fairy, then she definitely had to see which fairy it was!

Hearing Mianmian speak like this, the audience in the Live Broadcast Room sensed something unusual.

In the Live Broadcast Room, whenever Little Grandma mentioned someone fated, Yang Xian was one of them. Didn’t Yang Xian end up close to Little Grandma? At first, he acted in a film, and now he’s become Little Grandma’s exclusive Bodyguard, and he even appeared on a Variety Show with her before.

On the Variety Show, they even saw a dragon flying to the heavens, Nezha...

The fated one having been chosen was fortunate enough, but being chosen and then favored by Little Grandma, that was something different.

[Quick, let me see Uncle’s son too, let’s see how fated he really is.]

[Hope he’s handsome, hahaha.]

"I’ll take Little Grandma to see him, he just said that the crops need fertilizer early to grow well next year."

Bodyguard moved about with a limp, with the phone shaking with his movement, making the viewing uncomfortable. But the audience in the Broadcasting Room remained silent, peering through the blurry lens to see the layout of Bodyguard’s home.

It indeed was a poor household, not to mention the peeling wall paint, the floor was also cement.

Though the house was not great, the door was robust, a big Iron Gate with double locks.

Bodyguard set down the phone, carefully locked the gate with a big lock, turned around, and apologized to the audience in the Broadcasting Room: "Sorry for the wait, my daughter is at home, so I need to lock the door for her safety."

These words sounded even more heart-wrenching.

With his daughter lying at home, not locking the door would invite too much danger.

This father was truly a good one, considering everything.

The journey from home to the fields was quite long, and Bodyguard walked for a while before arriving. In the field, a tall young boy in a thin jacket was rolling up his sleeves, working hard.

He held an old-fashioned manure scoop, pouring manure into the field scoop by scoop.

Bodyguard called out a couple of times: "Anong, hey, Dad has a... um, a friend who wants to talk to you, could you come over for a bit?"

Anong in the field, upon hearing this, obediently put down his things and went to the nearby rice paddy to wash his hands before approaching Read Strong Country.

The smartphone screen was too blurry, but one could still make out that Anong, who approached, was fairly handsome, with very defined facial features. He had a good build, with muscles on his forearms.

"Who is it?"

As soon as they heard Anong’s voice, the girls in the live broadcast room erupted.

[My goodness, this guy’s voice is so nice to listen to, even with a bit of a rural accent, but I love it.]

[I love it too, his looks are also not bad, hahaha.]

While everyone commented on Anong’s looks and physique, Anong had also seen Mianmian on the screen.

He was taken aback, "Dad, your friend is a kid?"

Mianmian waved at Anong, "Hello there, Anong, I am Mianmian."

Although surprised that there was a kid on the screen, Anong still politely greeted Mianmian, waving, "Hello, little friend Mianmian."

After the greeting, seeing his old dad unable to stand properly, Anong shouted, "Dahuang, Dahuang, come back here a minute."

At Anong’s call, a large yellow ox, its mouth full of hay, ambled over and knelt down on the ground.

Anong helped his father sit on the back of the ox, and then continued to ask, "Dad, what’s going on exactly?"

Read Strong Country showed an embarrassed expression.

Before he could speak, Mianmian opened her mouth, "It’s like this, your dad was just chatting with Mianmian, and he said he wanted Mianmian to persuade you to study. So Mianmian wants to ask, why don’t you want to study?"

Anong pursed his lips and aimed the phone at the barren land outside.

"I like farming. Farming makes me happy, studying doesn’t."

"But your sister is ill, and your dad is ill too. If you keep farming, you won’t have the money to treat them."

Anong was taken aback, "My dad is ill? What illness does my dad have?"

"Your dad has a brain tumor," Mianmian didn’t hide anything and told him straight.

Anong’s face went pale.

Brain tumors are tough to treat, without a good doctor to perform surgery, the risks of complications leading to death are high.

"Dad, why didn’t you tell me you were sick?" Anong’s voice cracked with a sob, "I had no idea you were ill."

Going to university costs money, which is why he didn’t go; he thought by farming at home and selling vegetables and grains, he could lighten the family’s load.

With his sister in a vegetative state and his father paralyzed, Anong had never considered starting a family; he just wanted to quietly farm for the rest of his life.

In truth, he had another reason he hadn’t voiced.

He didn’t want to study because he felt the land of his home calling out to him, as if pleading with him not to leave.

As Anong was regretting his own negligence, he heard his father say in astonishment, "What, how could I be sick? I feel fine, nothing’s wrong with my head."

"What do you mean ’nothing’s wrong’?" Mianmian said, "You got hurt because of the tumor in your brain affecting you, slowing your reaction time, and that’s why you were injured."

Mianmian was perplexed as well. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

According to the facial features she saw on Read Strong Country, he should have fallen ill a long time ago, but it strangely never happened to this day.

Could this have something to do with Anong?