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Time flies, it's a weekend morning.

As the first rays of sunlight break through the sky in the early morning, tender grasses pick up dewdrops.

Lin Dongsheng appeared at the door of Ye Lan's villa and gently knocked on the door.

He stood nervously at the door like a little child.

He didn't bring his son or his wife.

He came alone.

Because Xu Wanrong had offended Ye Lan before, she definitely wouldn't show up if she wanted Ye Lan's help.

As for Lin Hao, he's a drunkard; it's best not to bring him out and embarrass him.

Taking all this into consideration, Lin Dongsheng decided to go to the appointment alone.

Actually, he should have come alone, because he is Lin Xueyao's father.

The other two people have no blood relation to Lin Xueyao.

After waiting for several minutes, Ms. Zhang Fengxia, who had gotten up early to go for a walk in the park, opened the door.

Looking at the person outside the door, he asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

She had met Lin Dongsheng once during the Chinese New Year ten years ago.

But ten years have passed, and Lin Dongsheng's figure and appearance have changed. Ms. Zhang Fengxia looked at him in confusion, unable to remember him at all.

Lin Dongsheng wasn't angry. He smiled and handed over the gift, saying, "My dear in-law, you really have a bad memory. Ten years ago, I ate dumplings that you made yourself during the Spring Festival."

The word "mother-in-law" brought Ms. Zhang Fengxia back to her senses.

The vague memories from ten years ago are gradually becoming clearer.

She didn't accept the gift offered, but instead slammed the door shut.

Lin Dongsheng, standing outside the door, looked completely bewildered, and the clicking sound of the latch could be heard.

It was obvious that the other party had locked the door from the inside.

"Damn, this old woman has no manners at all, she won't even let us in the door."

Lin Dongsheng cursed inwardly.

But despite the criticism, he won't just leave.

After all, Ye Lan is the key person.

Thinking of this, Lin Dongsheng, who had been turned away, sat down on the steps at the door.

We're prepared to wait it out until we die.

Inside, Zhang Fengxia saw Lin Dongsheng's actions through the peephole, and a sense of bewilderment filled her heart.

She had heard her son mention it before.

Lin Dongsheng is a very bad person. Not only did he not visit Lin Xueyao's mother even once when she was seriously ill, but he also married a stepmother who made things difficult for Lin Xueyao in every way.

In a small county town, someone like that would be the subject of gossip and criticism.

After ten years of no contact, just when everyone thought the Lin family would abandon this relationship, they unexpectedly came knocking on their door again.

Good people don't come; those who come are not good people.

Unable to make up her mind, Zhang Fengxia hurriedly ran towards her son's bedroom.

"Mom, if you want to go for a run in the park this early in the morning, just go ahead, don't take me with you, you're disturbing Xueyao and me to rest."

Ye Lan was wearing a black and gray wolf-patterned pajama set, and her eyelids were as if glued shut, making it impossible for her to open them.

Lin Xueyao was wearing pink bunny pajamas on the bed, and her pink eye mask had the words "I want to eat potato chips" written on it.

The Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit.

It's a couple's style.

However, Mom didn't have time to appreciate these things right now, and hurriedly said, "Xueyao's father, Lin Dongsheng, is here, right at the door!"

Ye Lan was instantly wide awake, her eyes widening in surprise.

Hearing the noise, Lin Xueyao, who was fast asleep, sat up.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes. "My dad? What's he doing here?"

Because of her lonely and isolated childhood, she had no attachment to her so-called family.

"I don't know, but since Lin Dongsheng is holding gifts, he probably wants something from you."

Ms. Zhang Fengxia has a very clear understanding of human relationships and worldly affairs.

She had these considerations in mind when she didn't accept the gift.

Ye Lan said to Lin Xueyao, "You get dressed first, I'll go downstairs and take a look."

"Mmm." Lin Xueyao nodded obediently.

Zhang Fengxia pointed at her son, who was wearing pajamas, and said, "Aren't you going to change your clothes? He's still your father-in-law, no matter what."

Ye Lan's face showed a disdainful expression: "(ˉ▽￣～) Tch~~"

After closing the bedroom door behind him, he said, "He came to ask me for help. I'm already doing him a favor by just letting him see me. And he wants me to change my clothes?"

The mother gave her son a thumbs-up, expressing high praise for him.

As they were about to go downstairs, they woke Ye Yunzhou up.

"What could someone who hasn't been in contact with you for so many years possibly want from you?"

Even as she went downstairs, Ms. Zhang Fengxia couldn't stop talking.

The main problem was that she had absolutely no idea why the other party had come to her door.

It can't be that he's about to die; let Lin Xueyao go home and check on him.

Ye Lan's mind is much clearer now. After thinking carefully about the recent international events, she has some guesses.

"The Lin family operates on an international trade route, but with current tensions between countries and tariffs rising year by year, they're probably going to go out of business."

"It would be better if this heartless family died. You must never lend them money. Just let them fend for themselves."

Seeing her mother standing up for Lin Xueyao, Ye Lan couldn't help but find it amusing.

"It's not up to us two to decide; let Lin Xueyao make the decision."

Mom nodded. "That's right. After all, he's Xueyao's biological father. If he says he'll help us, then we will."

Ye Lan walked downstairs, through the spacious living room, and opened the front door, only to see a lonely figure sitting on the steps.

Hearing the noise, Lin Dongsheng turned around.

Ye Lan's stern gaze fell upon him, creating a striking contrast with his wolf-patterned pajamas.

Lin Dongsheng, who had just dared to address Ms. Zhang Fengxia as his in-law, completely lost his aura the moment he saw Ye Lan.

Not a word could come out.

It's hard to believe that the naive and impulsive young man from back then has actually carved out his own niche in the vast battlefield of commerce.

"It's embarrassing to sit on the steps. Come in and have a seat," Ye Lan invited the other person in a nonchalant manner.

Although he sensed the sarcasm in the other person's words, Lin Dongsheng still happily scurried in.

And I was secretly a little happy.

At least I wasn't kept getting turned away, and the first step of asking for help was successfully completed.

Stepping through the front door and into the living room, even the well-traveled Lin Dongsheng was taken aback by the sheer luxury before him.

The counter was filled with antiques, calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry, each of which was very valuable.

Seeing that Lin Dongsheng's gaze was fixed on these items and he couldn't look away, Ye Lan explained, "These items were gifts from my work partners. I don't know anything about antiques, so I just kept them all in the cabinet for safekeeping."

Lin Dongsheng inwardly cursed his bad luck; the gift he had given was too cheap, and the other party might not like it.

Therefore, they refused their own request.

But there's no way to go out and prepare a new gift now.

He forced a smile and asked, "Why would they give you gifts?"

Ye Lan smiled dismissively, "You know perfectly well why I'm asking."

Lin Dongsheng was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"Of course, not everyone who gives me a gift is asking me for a favor. When I married Xueyao and when our child had his first birthday celebration, people gave me gifts."

"Unlike some people, who haven't even shown up in person all these years, let alone given a single gift, I really don't know how to evaluate them."

Lin Dongsheng was rendered speechless and even felt ashamed by Ye Lan's retort.