Chapter 1120: Chapter 1102: First Class is Fifteen Years Chapter 1120: Chapter 1102: First Class is Fifteen Years Wei Tian had also co to terms with the situation.
As he ate the simple al on the table, he couldn’t help but miss his daughter.
But what use was there in keeping such a heartless and ungrateful daughter around?
Besides, they were no longer able to support her.
Each year they had debts amounting to over forty thousand yuan to pay off.
After their basic living expenses, they were left with nothing.
It seed to them that Wei Jiani probably didn’t want such useless parents anyway.
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“I understand,” Sang Zhilan muttered quietly as she ate, although her nose was stinging with the sensation of oncoming tears.
If only she would call us, and say she was wrong, I would forgive her.
I would give her all I have, even if it ant eating nothing but bran and vegetables every day.
With a sigh, Wei Tian expressed a similar sentint; he, too, was waiting for a phone call from Wei Jiani.
He didn’t ask for much, really not much at all—just for Wei Jiani to call him dad once more.
But what they didn’t know was this.
Ever since Wei Jiani had hung up Wei Tian’s call that day, she had never phoned them again.
Whenever they tried to call her, the line was either not picked up or switched off.
Even though they dearly missed their daughter and wanted to see her, the Zhang Family had moved away.
Nobody knew where they had moved to.
They left in such a rush without informing anyone, the neighbors recounted.
In just one day, their place was empty.
As for where they had gone, of course no one knew.
anwhile, Wei Tian and Sang Zhilan kept waiting for their daughter’s feared call.
They waited day after day, month after month, year after year.
They waited so long that they even forgot what their daughter looked like, and they aged progressively.
The waiting left their hearts dead and still, and their disappointnt in their daughter grew more profound.
And just like that, they had waited for fifteen years.
“This is the last paynt.”
Sang Zhilan and Wei Tian both continued to work in the sa unit.
Sang Zhilan had retired, while Wei Tian was close to retirent.
After finishing this last paynt, they could finally use their pensions for themselves.
Apart from them, the only living being there was a mongrel Wei Tian had found three years ago.
Despite being in the house for only three years, the dog seed to understand human nature and didn’t mind the poorness of their ho.
By now, they had developed a bond with the animal.
This last sum of money was what they owed Tang Yuxin, though the Tang Family didn’t really care for it.
But as it was their debt, they repaid it.
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Fifteen years had passed, and though they may have resisted accepting it, they had co to understand that perhaps it was because they had committed too many wrongs in the past that they were given such a cold-hearted daughter who could discard her own parents so easily.
The television was still on, the mongrel lying at Wei Tian’s feet.
The screen was showing a financial report on a channel, and the person speaking was none other than Tang Zhinian’s son born in his thirties, Tang Xincheng.
He had beco the most successful successor in the Tang Family, elevating their business even further, and it wasn’t an exaggeration to consider the Tangs the wealthiest family in Beijing.
As for Tang Yuxin, they had never t her.
But she had beco a renowned doctor, both dostically and internationally, considered a national treasure in dicine.
She was very famous throughout the country.
The most they ever saw of her was a few glimpses on the television screen.
Everyone else seed to age, to grow old, but only she appeared to never change, never gaining or losing weight, her hair remaining black, and her face free of any wrinkles—as if ti had forgotten her existence entirely.
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