Keeping the promise

Xiao Yuchen analyzed: "We need to create some illusions to attract Li Yunting's attention here, and at the same time arrange the boss's schedule to ensure that her whereabouts are not discovered."

Xiao Ziqian nodded in agreement: "Yes, we can use some disguises and misleading to make Li Yunting's people make wrong judgments."

So they began to prepare various props and arrange relevant personnel.

First, they found a woman with a similar figure to Zheng Wancheng, asked her to wear clothes that Zheng Wancheng often wore, and occasionally appeared near Zhong Chunjie's house to create the illusion that Zheng Wancheng was there.

At the same time, Xiao Yuchen arranged a car similar to the one Zheng Wancheng usually rode, to appear at a specific time and place to confuse the sight of Li Yunting's men.

After everything was ready, Zheng Wancheng chose a night to set off quietly.

On the night of departure, Xiao Yuchen personally drove Zheng Wancheng to the destination. They deliberately chose a remote road to avoid possible surveillance.

In the car, Zheng Wancheng's mood was very complicated. He was looking forward to seeing his father, but also a little worried.

Xiao Yuchen comforted her, "Don't worry, Boss, everything has been arranged, you will definitely be able to see your father smoothly."

In the end, with the close cooperation of Xiao Yuchen and Xiao Ziqian, Zheng Wancheng successfully embarked on the journey back home.

Zheng Wancheng stood in front of the door of his home that was familiar yet unfamiliar, feeling mixed emotions. His feet seemed to be dragged down by lead blocks, and he was unable to take that step.

Years of separation made her feel complicated about this moment. She missed him, felt guilty about the past, and worried about the unknown reunion scene. She stood there with hesitation and anxiety in her eyes.

Zheng Zihui had been staring at his mother, and he was keenly aware of her strangeness. He gently pulled Zheng Wancheng's hand and said sensibly, "Mom, Grandpa must miss you a lot." After that, he raised his hand and knocked on the closed door without waiting for Zheng Wancheng to respond.

"Knock, knock, knock." The knocks on the door echoed in the quiet corridor. Every knock seemed to knock on Zheng Wancheng's heart, making her heart beat more and more rapid.

Zheng Wancheng clenched his fists nervously, his eyes fixed on the door.

In order to have a chance to see his beloved daughter again, Zheng Chenglin has been exercising every day in recent years.

Whether in the early morning breeze or in the evening sunset, you can see him exercising.

He was particularly careful about his diet, eating less oil and salt, more fruits and vegetables, and never overindulging himself. Because of this, although the years passed, his body remained strong.

When Zheng Zihui knocked on the door, Zheng Chenglin was in the house sorting out some old photos, which were all memories of his daughter Zheng Wancheng.

Hearing the knock on the door, he casually responded, "Coming!" But when he opened the door and saw the haunting figure standing in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

His eyes were wide open, he couldn't believe his eyes, and he just stared at Zheng Wancheng, as if time had stopped at this moment.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something but it seemed as if something was blocking his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

Zheng Wancheng looked at her father, whose hair had turned gray but who was in good spirits. Her eyes instantly became moist. With trembling lips, she softly called out, "Dad..."

The word "Dad" seemed to break Zheng Chenglin's spell. Tears welled up in his eyes. He stretched out his hands tremblingly and pulled Zheng Wancheng into the house. He said in a choked voice, "Wancheng, my daughter, it's really you, it's really you!"

He held Zheng Wancheng's hand tightly, fearing that she would disappear again if he let go.

Zheng Chenglin looked Zheng Wancheng up and down, and kept muttering: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."

Zheng Wancheng's face was already in tears. She threw herself into her father's arms and burst into tears as if she had been wronged as a child: "Dad, I'm sorry for making you worry for so many years."

Zheng Chenglin gently patted Zheng Wancheng on the back and said, "Silly child, it's good that you're back. You don't need to say anything. Dad understands."

At this moment, the only sounds in the room were the father and daughter hugging each other and crying. Years of longing and concern were released in these tears.

Zheng Wancheng wiped away her tears, pulled Zheng Zihui to her side, and said gently: "Zihui, come here, this is grandpa, call grandpa quickly."

Zheng Chenglin's gaze immediately shifted to Zheng Zihui. He looked at the young boy carefully. The charm between his eyebrows and eyes was very similar to Zheng Wancheng's appearance when he was a child.

Zheng Zihui was not shy at all. With a bright smile on his face, he called out in a cute way, "Hello, Grandpa!"

Then, she blinked her eyes and said playfully, "Grandpa, you look really young. I guess you must have some secret to maintaining your looks. Please teach me!"