As he spoke, An Dafu looked at Yaya, "Yaya, listen to your dad, right now the two of us aren’t short on money. If you want to earn money yourself, just treat it as a hobby, there’s no need to exhaust yourself. Being diligent is good, but you shouldn’t risk your life for it."
In reflection, it was his negligence; it’s been days, and the child hasn’t gone out. He’s been so busy that he hadn’t noticed.
But An Dafu also knew that he hadn’t noticed because he still didn’t fully see Yaya as his own daughter. If it had been An Ning, he would have noticed imdiately.
"I understand, Dad." Although An Dafu’s tone had always been reproachful, Yaya could hear it: it was his way of caring for her and being good to her.
Suddenly, An Dafu had a thought, "Yaya, how about I give you a new na?"
The na Yaya seed too casual, and to others, it might sound like the child wasn’t valued and was easy to bully.
Yet Yaya’s eyes lit up, "Really, Dad?"
She knew that when she was born, she was a girl and her dad didn’t like that, so he didn’t even bother to look at her. The na Yaya was just sothing her mother got used to calling her, and so it stuck.
In reality, it wasn’t a real na at all.
"Of course, it’s true, but I need to think it over carefully." An Dafu thought about it and finally decided in the evening.
Yaya’s new na would be Qinghe.
Since Erlaizi also shared the surna Gao, and they were at least distantly related to Gao Dashu’s family, Yaya’s new na would be Gao Qinghe.
When Qinghe first heard it, she didn’t quite like it, "Qinghe, does it an green seedlings?"
"Yes, do you like it?" An Dafu asked.
"I like it." Actually, in her heart, she didn’t really like it. In the fields, seedlings are just another way of saying grass.
Grass is everywhere; what’s so special about it!
After all that contemplation, she only transitioned from being unwanted by her father to being a weed in the field.
"It’s not just green seedlings; it also ans being lively and vibrant. I hope you’ll grow to be open and have a strong personality, unlike your mother, who is ek and always at a disadvantage."
Saying this, An Dafu glanced at Mrs. Qiu, who shot him a fierce look.
Teaching the child is one thing, but why make it about her? He wasn’t really being fair.
Still, there was a sweetness in her heart.
Qinghe’s heart felt sweet as well.
So, she wasn’t just an unwanted weed, but a symbol of vitality and liveliness!
An Ning, watching from the side, felt genuinely happy for An Dafu.
In the previous life, although he never remarried, his success in career and status ant there was never a shortage of fawning won around him.
But those won were not like Mrs. Qiu. An Ning didn’t wish for him to spend his life alone, only having her as his daughter; she wasn’t opposed to him remarrying, but he needed to find a good woman.
Not just in the previous life, even now with her mories from that lifeti, An Dafu’s place as a father in her heart was irreplaceable.
Mrs. Qiu is a good woman; she’s also beautiful, eting n’s aesthetic standards, and worthy of her dad. It’s good as it is now.
Even if it ans her father’s love would need to be divided into two parts, and possibly three, four, or five parts in the future, if it makes him happy, it’s worth it.
Mrs. Qiu went to make dinner, and Qinghe, with her new na, eagerly ran over to help with the fire. Taking this opportunity, An Ning asked An Dafu, "Dad, did you find out what kind of person Gao Dashu really is when you went back?"
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