Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text Chapter 37 Jinjiang exclusive release

"A little more. . . . . ."

The old man's dim eyes could no longer move, the faint spots on his face becoming clearer, his thick lips moving slowly, like a young bird begging for food.

He reached out his hand to the person in front of him, begging for the last bit of strength to survive.

He knew he didn't have many days left, not many at all.

But he still wanted to live one more day.

"Child, give me a little more. . . give me a little more strength. . ."

No one would have thought that the aging Duke would be willing to crawl at his granddaughter's feet, just to beg for more strength.

He extended his wrinkled hand, the lines on his palm seemed to drown out, erasing his ordinary life.

Wen Jue's face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, as she withdrew her hand.

Slowly and methodically, Lao Wang covered the blanket over, holding his thin wrist: "Grandfather, rest."

His voice was very gentle, and there was no emotion on his Confucian face.

Truly indifferent.

His granddaughter is truly indifferent.

Ho Suo Yati's heart was like ashes, he knew he would never again receive any spiritual power from this granddaughter in sheep's clothing.

She gave herself just the right amount of life-saving power.

Truly a wicked wolf.

The old man's clenched palm slowly loosened.

He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, speaking before Wen Jue left.

"I give you, I give you all of your parents' property."

The old man's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, hoping to gain a bit of comfort and respite under such conditions.

He turned his head, his eyes staring blankly.

Wen Jue's back was so straight, so in line with the teachings of the royal family, but it was so glaring in his eyes.

"What is Grandfather joking about, I have long inherited my parents' property."

She turned around, her face resembling her deceased son so much that the old marquis was almost dizzy.

They say the niece looks like her uncle.

It's just that her deceased son, that gentle omega, did not possess her sharp methods.

He Suo Yatie struggled to organize his thoughts, but his mind was in complete chaos.

He raised his hand and gestured towards Wen Jue: "When you are with that omega, you said your grandfather agreed, you will unconditionally devote your spiritual power to me. . ."

The old man's smile seemed a bit forced.

But even the most forced smile couldn't hide his greed.

Yes, he wanted to live.

What's wrong with wanting to live?

Wen Jue slowly approached, she held the old man's hand, but did not give him the spiritual power he wanted.

Her eyes gradually softened, softening in a strange way.

"But, I see you every week. . ."

"Not once have you missed."