"In my mory, I really can’t recall any monts of his affection for , I can’t find it at all, not even a bit. Even my birth was because Xia Yanyan got sick. If she hadn’t gotten sick, would they have still had ?"
"They would. Your father wanted a son."
Ye Junqing, instead of comforting her, said this. Ye Xingguang, who was already very upset, found his words amusing and frustrating at the sa ti.
She wiped the corner of her eye vigorously, thinking of those two illegitimate sisters, and that newborn baby girl...
They were all abandoned by a man obsessed with having a son. They couldn’t choose their birth, and how could they not feel wronged?
"Being his daughter is probably the unluckiest thing in the world, whether it’s or them."
Ye Xingguang was tired, lying in the water, reluctant to move: "Can you carry back to the room to sleep?"
Ye Junqing touched her nose, went ashore, found a big bath towel, wrapped her up, and carried her out of the swimming pool, rinsed her off under the heater, then carried her back to the villa.
At this mont, she felt so lazy, lazily letting the man carry her back to the villa, back to the bedroom. She held his neck with both hands, and before they reached the bedroom, she fell asleep nestled in his arms, feeling incredibly secure as she listened to his strong heartbeat.
Ye Junqing carried her to the bedroom on the second floor, carefully laying her on the bed, afraid to wake her up.
Seeing that even in her sleep, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, Ye Junqing took off his shoes, crawled under the covers, lay by her side, and gazed tenderly at the little fish tail with a low mood. After all, he was her biological father, now that he’s gone, she can no longer hate, can no longer resent, all grievances must be put to rest, and he understood her feelings.
All her resentnt was just because she couldn’t get love. Even on his deathbed, Xia Wealth couldn’t give her the fatherly love she desired.
Changing the will on his deathbed, giving her 60% of the inheritance, didn’t contain love, but an attempt to bind her back to Xia’s Family to bring glory to Xia’s Family. This... had nothing to do with love... it was just Xia Wealth’s unwillingness...
Ye Xingguang didn’t sleep well all night, waking up groggily after half an hour of sleep. Ye Junqing didn’t sleep, fearing she might wake up in the silent world without anyone by her side. Seeing her wake up now, he gently caressed her disheveled hair: "Keep sleeping, it’s not dawn yet..."
"Hmm."
Ye Xingguang reached out, hugged Ye Junqing’s neck, and groggily closed her eyes again.
That night, Ye Xingguang woke up four or five tis intermittently. Each ti she woke up, Ye Junqing would kiss her forehead, tell her to keep sleeping, and gently pat her back, like soothing a baby, coaxing her to sleep again.
The next morning, Bai Lanwu heard the news of Xia Wealth’s death and went upstairs to check on her daughter.
She knocked softly on the door, and Ye Junqing opened it.
"Mom."
"How is Xingguang?"
"Still asleep."
Bai Lanwu sighed: "I’ve heard, I didn’t expect her father to pass so suddenly. This child has always resented her parents’ heartlessness and couldn’t let go. But after all, he was her biological father. Later, make sure to wake her up early and go to Xia’s Family for the funeral. Don’t sleep in today, and you also don’t need to go to work, just stay with her today."
Ye Junqing said softly: "Mom, I know. He passed at around two last night, Xingguang was at the hospital downstairs all night, and she didn’t sleep well after coming back. She finally fell asleep at three-thirty in the morning, let her sleep a bit more. I’ll take her to the funeral after nine."
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