Since he wasn't going to live much longer anyway, he might as well share whatever he could with his brothers while he still could.
He didn't want to see his old brothers follow in his footsteps.
By now Wen Yaonan had already recovered from his earlier shock. Listening to Gu Beichuan repeat himself, he unconsciously sank into deep thought.
If it were anyone else saying this, he could brush it off. But who was Gu Beichuan?
Gu Beichuan was his bro, the guy who'd lived the same life of wine and women as him all those years ago.
There was no one whose words carried more weight than Gu Beichuan's.
Wen Yaonan kept silent for a long time, and Gu Beichuan knew he had taken every word to heart.
"I won't hide it from you. Give it a little while and you'll probably be attending my funeral. After I'm gone, I'm counting on you, for the sake of all these years we've known each other, to help my Ah Chun out. He's still young."
