Me at two years old, a queen!

An'an couldn't contain her excitement and dragged her brother and a group of children to play "Eagle Catches Chicks." Worried, Ms. Song Yuan and Junmin followed.

Seeing that Zhao Yuantang's face wasn't looking too good, Lu Junxing worried that An'an had gotten into some trouble again while they were getting soup, so he casually asked...

Having served in the military for many years, Zhao Jingtang had only recently come into contact with some of the social dynamics and personal matters. He finally couldn't suppress his suspicions and confided them to Lu Junxing.

After all, the man in front of her was undeniably capable, and he had uncovered some things a few days ago, so there was no need to hide any family scandals anymore.

On the other hand, she was also confused and indecisive. She wanted to find out the truth, admit her own despicable thoughts, and realize that she shouldn't have made such assumptions about her eldest brother, who had always been a high achiever, shouldered family responsibilities, and whom she regarded as a role model.

Having weathered many storms, the old man and Lu Jing sighed. Their experience might have led them to guess something, but they didn't want to say it aloud. They then went together to admire the village architecture.

Lu Junxing glanced at the man not far away. He didn't have much contact with Zhao's Entertainment, but Haicheng wasn't that big, and he had seen him on some occasions before.

"Eighty percent!"

Zhao Jingtang paused for a moment, silently poured himself a glass of wine, downed it in one gulp, and walked forward.

"Daddy~, what are you looking at~? I'm thirsty~"

Lu Junxing then looked at the little woman covered in sweat, wiped her brow, and found a bottle of mineral water among the boxes of drinks, cigarettes, and alcohol piled up against the wall. He poured her a glass.

"Dad, why aren't you playing?"

An'an looked around at the people chatting freely in twos and threes, while the man sat quietly at the table. Details she had never noticed before were now highlighted by the lively crowd.

"Daddy~, okay, I'll play with you then~"

The man's heart was slowly warmed by her small words, and he unusually spoke to her kindly: "I'm not going to be your little chick anymore?"

Hehe~, I still prefer playing with Daddy~

An'an sat in Lu Junxing's lap, watching from afar as men and women danced the bamboo pole dance, with a bonfire burning in the middle and mutton roasting on top.

An'an swallowed hard as she looked at the meat: "Daddy~, it smells so good! Can you sneak me a piece?"

"Why don't you go yourself?"

"I'm afraid I'll get beaten to death, Daddy! If I get beaten to death, you won't have such a cute little baby anymore!"

"Heh~" The man pinched her chubby cheek in annoyance: "I'm afraid of getting beaten to death too, I'm not going!"

"!!" An'an looked at the man in shock, somewhat confused: "But...but you're my dad!"

"Why would Dad be afraid of being beaten to death?"

Lu Junxing paused, slightly surprised. They had almost never truly communicated, and this was the first time he had realized how unbreakable the word "father" was in her little world.

"Yes! Daddy's not afraid!"

The man's voice was barely audible as he watched the little boy engrossed in the aroma of roasted meat in the air, a sense of helplessness washing over him.

"But why are you so greedy? I've never seen you eat less than usual!"

"Ugh~, you're so mean~" An'an climbed onto the man's lap and said to him with dissatisfaction, "Daddy~, how can you talk to a lady like that?"

"Puff~"

An'an was startled to see two figures, one big and one small, kneeling behind her father. She clung tightly to the man's neck. They were sitting in a secluded spot where the light was dim.

Lu Junxing vaguely saw a woman dressed in local village clothing. She was pretty and pitiful, quite different from Jiang Jiu, the wife of Zhao Jingtang's elder brother Zhao Yuantang.

Upon seeing an 8 or 9-year-old child kneeling beside him, the man's face turned cold. He picked up the child and stood up, saying, "Get up! Otherwise, we'll let everyone see the state you and your daughter are in!"

Meng Wanyin looked around warily, wiping away her tears in a slightly flustered manner, and slowly stood up using the tables and chairs as a stepping stone: "Sir, I have no other choice, please help me and persuade them to leave!"

"I know you and that uncle are together. We didn't want it to be like this either. It's just that my daughter and I are pitiful. I can't bear to see Yuan Tang heartbroken for so many years!"

"Please, please persuade your uncle to pretend he didn't see us, okay? My daughter and I have a hard life. If it weren't for Yuan Tang helping us, we wouldn't be able to survive."

"Please, uncles~"

Seeing this, the little girl pitifully tugged at the man's clothes, begging for mercy. She didn't want to live that life of constant fear anymore, and she knew she had to keep that uncle with her.

Lu Junxing dodged away in disgust: "What does it matter to me whether you live or die?"

"Sir, how can you be so cold-hearted and refuse to help someone in distress? You live in a big city like Haicheng, where you can easily get anything you want. Why are you trying to take Yuan Tang from me?"

"You're all doing fine even if he doesn't go back, so why do you insist on bringing him back?"

"Because he's not just himself, he also has a wife and children!"

When Zhao Jingtang arrived and saw the woman on the ground, he immediately recognized her. He remembered seeing her photo in his older brother's study, where the man had taken over the company, when he returned home on weekends during high school.

Back then, the two of them were still quite young and innocent, a perfect match as a boy and a girl. But now, looking at the man in the greasy-stained shirt, from a distance, he doesn't seem much different from the older brother talking in the kitchen.

Now he feels only disappointment and anger, and also resentment for his deceased sister-in-law and his withdrawn, silent nephew.

"You don't have a husband, you have a daughter, and you're struggling to make ends meet. Instead of working hard to support your child, you want to steal someone else's husband, someone else's father, to give your family and work for you!"

"What gives you the right? Just because you're pitiful and hateful?"

"Jing Tang! It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with them, mother and daughter. Take it out on me."

Zhao Yuantang, his back hunched, carefully supported the frail woman, his eyes filled with determination: "Wanyin, take Shen Yi back first."

"Waaah~, Yuan Tang, what should I do? What will I do without you? Xiao Yi and I only have you left, I have no other choice."

"If you want to leave, I will let you go. Don't worry, I won't blame you. Even if life is tough, I've lived alone for so many years."

"It's okay, it's just that now that you're gone, I don't know if I'll ever see you again."

"I know, Wanyin~, don't worry, my heart is with you. I won't leave you alone. I've already regretted it once, and I won't let myself regret it again!"

"My aunt said that women like that on TV are bad guys, oh no! They're innocent white lotuses!"

Watching this scene, An'an recalled the TV series she and her aunt had seen, and wondered if it was acting like Duo Duo's mother: "Auntie~, are you a pure white lotus?"

Seeing the displeased looks from the group of men and women, Lu Junxing gave them a fierce glare, then patted her head calmly and said, "Good girl~, don't talk to bad guys, you'll become stupid!"

Perhaps knowing she wasn't very clever, An'an hurriedly raised her little hand to cover her mouth.

Zhao Yuantang knew Lu Junxing, and seeing this, he didn't dare to say anything. Even when he was the president of Zhao's Entertainment, he might not have been able to say a word to this man, let alone in his current situation.