Xu Bingzhi had never t Sheng Tang in person; he had only seen her photos.
Why didn’t he abandon the Sheng Family and seek out Sheng Tang directly?
In truth, deep down, he was afraid. He didn’t know how to tell his daughter that he had failed to fulfill his duties as a father all these years.
He also understood Old Mrs. Fang’s thoughts.
At that ti, he was in a complete ss, and telling him about Sheng Tang’s existence, the most likely outco was that he would bring Sheng Tang to his side.
But was he soone who could raise a child?
After all, his pair of twins, only ten years old, were already showing their unreliable nature. The children had been raised poorly by him.
Old Mrs. Fang knew this and didn’t give him the child.
It might also be because she hated him.
Cheng Ruojun’s death was inevitably linked to his abandonnt, and Old Mrs. Fang hated him for causing Cheng Ruojun’s demise, so she refused to return the child to him.
Xu Bingzhi had soone take a photo of Sheng Tang for him at regular intervals.
At first, Sheng Tang was quite chubby, and only her eyes vaguely resembled Cheng Ruojun’s, but there wasn’t much similarity otherwise.
But the photos taken over the past half month made Xu Bingzhi restless.
The girl in the photo looked as if Cheng Ruojun had co back to life.
As she slimd down, her features and contours beca clearer, all molded after Cheng Ruojun.
Identical, as if imprinted.
Xu Bingzhi also found out that she was particularly intelligent and talented and had quite a reputation at Huishi, a high school frequented by wealthy second-generation students.
Many students were her loyal fans, admiring and defending her.
She was indeed becoming more and more like Cheng Ruojun.
Xu Bingzhi’s people also found out in secret that she had a special relationship with the young master of the Gu Family at Huishi.
This made Xu Bingzhi extrely apprehensive.
Not only did she look like Cheng Ruojun, even her psyche was similar.
Xu Bingzhi wanted to acknowledge her, to tell her, "The money and power you desire, Daddy can give you. Don’t sche like your mother did, only to et a tragic end."
Climbing high is not that easy.
Xu Bingzhi had spent his whole life being clung to. He knew it all too well. Not only did his family despise those won, but even he himself looked down on them.
He didn’t want his daughter to fall to that level.
To lose even her dignity.
He sat downstairs until after ten in the evening when Old Mrs. Fang ca down again and knocked on his car window.
Her eyes were a bit red, as if she had cried. Her voice carried a nasal tone, "Co up and have so wontons. Eat and then go back. They won’t be coming to stay tonight; they are resting at the old house."
Xu Bingzhi got out of the car as directed.
His grandmother led him upstairs, thinking of Cheng Ruojun, and was overco with a pang of grief.
Cheng Ruojun had died in a foreign land, without even a grave.
His grandmother had the best relationship with Cheng Ruojun’s parents back then, especially with Cheng Ruojun’s mother. The two had grown up as close friends.
Cheng Ruojun’s parents were both honest people and quite ordinary looking.
But Cheng Ruojun had inherited all the genetic gifts from her parents, growing into a stunning beauty.
Her parents adored her deeply.
The year of the factory explosion, Cheng Ruojun was only a year older than Fang ngying, still just a child.
Cheng Ruojun’s father and Fang ngying’s father were in the sa workshop. At the mont of the explosion, he shielded Fang ngying’s father with his body and died instantly.
By doing so, he gave Fang ngying’s father a few more months to live.
Because of this, both his grandmother and Fang ngying felt indebted to the Cheng Family and to Cheng Ruojun.
Otherwise, they, like Cheng Ruojun, wouldn’t have heard Mr. Fang’s final words or seen him one last ti.
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