A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Hu Wangfei, who was going to school, also went out with Hu Dahai.

"Second sister, what happened to you? How did you get like this?" Hu Wangfei couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

That's right, standing in front of them was none other than Hu Wangfei's second sister, Hu Wangmei.

At this point, Hu Wangmei had long lost the pride and backbone she had when she left home. Instead, she was filled with dejection, exhaustion, and despondency.

Her once-absent hair was now matted and tangled, probably from not washing it for days. Her eyes were surrounded by huge dark circles, and her pupils were bloodshot, clearly from prolonged crying. Even more alarming, she looked like she had lost a full ten pounds.

It could be described as neither human nor ghost.

If it weren't for the fact that her facial features haven't changed much, even her biological father, Hu Dahai, probably wouldn't have recognized her.

"Father..." Hu Wangmei burst into tears when she saw Hu Dahai.

Seeing this, Hu Wangfei felt a pang of sympathy and went over to pat Hu Wangmei on the shoulder to comfort her.

Hu Wangmei thought that since she had cried so badly, Hu Dahai would immediately take her home, hug her, and comfort her.

However, Hu Dahai remained motionless, giving Hu Wangmei a cold look: "Why did you come back? Don't come here to cry. How your life is is not my fault, it's your own choice."

"Go back to where you came from."

Hu Wangmei stopped wailing a moment later.

She stared at Hu Dahai in disbelief, her lips moving for a long time before she finally stammered, "No, Dad, aren't you going to comfort me? I'm already living such a miserable life."

Hu Dahai scoffed, "Are you kidding me? I'm comforting you? I'm being lenient by not hitting you. Who was it that insisted on moving out of the house in the first place? Who was it that insisted on finding true love?"

“Do you really think I, Hu Dahai, can’t live without you, Hu Wangmei? Let me tell you, during the few days you made a scene about cutting ties with me and left home, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.”

"Now you actually expect me to comfort this piece of rock that annoys me? Do you think that's even possible?"

Hu Wangmei's mind was even more chaotic than her afro.

She asked in bewilderment, "Are you still my father? I've been living such a miserable life, and you still want to slander me? Is this how a father should act? Is this how you treat your own daughter?"

"Shouldn't a father be tolerant of his daughter? No matter what she does, she'll always be the apple of his eye. You don't even have the magnanimity of a father!"

"Besides, the reason I ran away from home was because you, my unreasonable father, stopped me from seeking love!"

Even at this point, Hu Wangmei still didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

She spouts platitudes about morality and righteousness, which at first glance make it seem as if she is indeed very reasonable.

Hu Dahai was a little dumbfounded. Hu Wangmei's words really surprised him and even gave him a sense of familiarity. Wasn't this the kind of talk that T0-level Sailor Moon girls used in his previous life?

It's a typical case of "regardless of whether I'm right or wrong, it's always your fault."

I never expected that my second daughter would be so self-taught.

Fortunately, I am no longer the same person I was in my previous life, otherwise I might have been fooled by Hu Wangmei's words.

Hu Dahai also raised his voice. He had been speaking gently just now, but now he angrily rebuked, "How dare you say that? Didn't you want to be some kind of rich woman? Didn't you want to be some kind of devoted wife, some kind of factory director's wife?"

He retorted sarcastically, "So this is what the factory manager's wife looks like? So love can make a person so haggard and miserable."

"Since you're enjoying endless blessings over there, why come back? Besides, didn't you tell us not to come looking for you or seeking refuge with you?"

"If you really became the factory manager's wife over there, would you happily take us all there to enjoy a life of luxury?"

"What are you doing now? What, are you going to eat the shit you made yourself?"

After saying that, Hu Dahai said coldly, "To tell you the truth, there is no room for you at home, and you don't need to come back. Your factory has dormitories, so you can go live in your dormitory."

Even if Hu Wangmei is usually quite a troublemaker, she's kind of silent now.

Because Hu Dahai was right. If she really had become Guo Wenjie's factory manager wife, she wouldn't have let all her poor relatives come to her place and cause her trouble.

But who was Hu Wangmei? She quickly turned her attention to Hu Wangfei beside her.

"Little brother, please speak up for your sister!"

Hu Wangfei has always been easily swayed by her.

As she spoke, she took out a small jar of canned yellow peaches from her bag.

"Wangfei, look, your sister brought you your favorite canned yellow peaches. Please help your sister persuade Dad, otherwise how will I buy you delicious canned fruit in the future?"

“Normally you’re at home and don’t get to eat a single bite all year. But as long as your sister is here, you’ll have something to eat from now on.”

Hu Wangmei was actually somewhat prepared, guessing that she might encounter some difficulties on her way home today.

This small jar of canned yellow peaches was specially prepared by her. If she needed it, she would give it to Hu Wangfei; if she didn't need it, she could secretly eat it herself.

However, the canned yellow peaches she handed over remained untouched by Hu Wangfei for a long time, which puzzled Hu Wangmei.

Looking at Hu Wangfei, who was still standing there in a daze, she urged him in confusion, "Wangfei, what are you waiting for? Haven't you always loved this canned yellow peach? Why are you shy now?"

Hu Wangfei didn't say anything. He simply turned to the side and took off his crossbody bag. This bag was Hu Wangfei's schoolbag. These days, few people bought schoolbags; most families made one from scraps of cloth.

Immediately afterwards, to Hu Wangmei's astonishment, she saw that Hu Wangfei had a large bottle of canned yellow peaches in his hand.

It was at least twice the size of the small can of yellow peaches in her hand, and it was filled with densely packed slices of yellow peaches. It was clearly a high-end product sold outside.

Hu Wangmei was instantly dealt a heavy blow. She had spent a fortune on canned peaches, hoping that Hu Wangfei would speak up for her in a crucial moment, but now that he had brought out an even bigger can of peaches, she felt that she had no chance at all.

"No, where did you get this canned peaches? You didn't steal it, did you? Do you know how much such a big can of peaches costs?"

Hu Wangmei asked a series of questions.