On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Yu Zongxian was clearly shocked that his obedient and sensible stepdaughter, who had always been so well-behaved in front of him, would reveal such a ferocious side.

The astonishment and gloom in his eyes mixed together, and finally turned into a scorching scrutiny. When it came crashing down on her, Jiang Xintong's mind went blank!

His face drained of all color in an instant, his body shuddered involuntarily, and even his lips trembled.

"I……"

Lin Hui was completely stunned, her eyes wide open as she stared at the scene in disbelief.

She thought that her daughter had suffered too much from being bullied by that bastard, so she would let her daughter vent her anger and let the bastard suffer a bit to relieve her hatred. Anyway, she could find an excuse to cover everything up afterward.

But who knew that Yu Zongxian would actually return at this time, and even witnessed his daughter laying a hand on that little bastard!

Her breathing was extremely erratic, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly stepped forward to explain, "Zongxian, listen to me, it's not what you see, I..."

"you shut up."

If he hadn't come back, wouldn't that slap have landed on Chaochao's face?

"father!"

At this moment, Yu Jinzhao's delicate and soft voice rang out, which was very gentle, but it made Yu Zongxian's body tremble!

As if thinking he had misheard, he felt as if he had been electrocuted.

He subconsciously released Jiang Xintong's hand, his sharp features melting away like the first snowflakes in an instant.

He then slowly raised his head and saw his daughter walking gracefully towards him.

In that instant, his deep, dark eyes shone brightly, like light bulbs of several watts had been turned on.

After a moment, his gaze sharpened, and he spoke with some uncertainty.

"Chaochao, what did you call me?"

His short question, delivered in a usually calm tone, was tinged with an unease beyond his years and social standing. His hands hung limply in the air, unconsciously clenching and unclenching.

It seems they've encountered some kind of business crisis and are at a loss.

Yu Jinzhao spoke again without hesitation, "Dad!"

His tone was natural and affectionate, as if the past three years had not passed, and he was still full of dependence and affection.

Her eyes were bright and clear, delicate and gentle, with a cool and aloof temperament amidst her radiance. She stood out even more gracefully in the sunlight.

In an instant, Yu Zongxian felt as if he had returned to the past, to a time before anything had happened.

At that time, his daughter loved to cling to him, and they had a deep father-daughter bond.

Because he always indulged her without limits, respected her ideas, and treated her like a friend, she could talk about anything with him and had no secrets.

He was busy with work, and every time he came home late at night, his daughter would turn on the small lamp by the door for him. She would also suddenly appear, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and hug his legs affectionately.

"I haven't seen Dad in a long time. I recently learned to dance, and I'd like to perform for Dad, okay?"

She was a child who grew up in love, and naturally developed a warm and cheerful personality, always expressing her love openly.

His beloved daughter is like a little sun given to him by his wife, tirelessly shining brightly and warmly upon him.

However, because he stubbornly refused to let her study traditional Chinese medicine, she impulsively made a mistake three years ago, which also disappointed his daughter, caused her to become estranged from him.

Now that little sun is shining on him again.

So it wasn't a hallucination when she called me "Dad" on the phone last time!

He was excited, and he was heartbroken!

A myriad of thoughts surged within him, and a deep emotion spread across his face. At this moment, he felt even more overjoyed and ecstatic than if he had successfully negotiated the most difficult business deal, and he even felt like crying.

Yu Jinzhao walked up to Yu Zongxian, looked up at her tall and imposing father, and smiled at him with her eyes crinkling.

Her crescent-shaped smile and innocent, pure appearance overlapped with her childhood self, making his heart soften.

He subconsciously placed his hand on her head and gently stroked it, his eyes slightly reddening.

"Say it again, Chaochao, okay?"

His voice was very soft, and he was being cautious, as if he was afraid of startling her.

In her eyes, her father was mighty and towering; when had he ever shown such a humble side?

Yu Jinzhao felt a lump in her throat and suddenly felt a pang of self-reproach.

She harbored resentment towards her father for his distrust and for abandoning her by sending her abroad, so she distanced herself from him.

But she forgot that in that situation, with so many people pointing the finger, even she herself would have momentarily doubted whether she had pushed her grandmother.

She's always been so spoiled and willful, so it's reasonable not to believe her.

No one can truly trust another person completely, especially since psychology shows that the closer the relationship, the easier it is to develop doubts.

Grandma is not only her grandma, but also her father's mother!

Putting herself in her father's shoes, she might have reacted the same way.

It's all because I care too much.

There is no doubt that her father loves her, and she cannot push him away because of a momentary lapse of judgment.

Just like now, her father still doesn't know the truth. In his eyes, she is still that willful daughter, the rebellious child who impulsively hurt her grandmother for the sake of her ideals!

He was angry, he was furious, he was disappointed... but in the end he chose to forgive.

Even now, he is willing to understand her, put aside his prejudices, and agree to let her learn traditional Chinese medicine.

His mother was still seriously ill in the hospital, and his daughter was ignoring him. He was actually more bitter than anyone else.

Yet he still protected her and cherished her, without a single complaint.

A father's love is so tolerant, like a mountain, willing to embrace all her willfulness.

She shouldn't give her father the cold shoulder anymore. Besides, they are father and daughter, bound by blood. How could they sever ties?

Thinking of this, and looking at her father's deeply moved expression, she realized that he was still as tall and imposing as ever, and as handsome as ever, but the years had left their mark on his face, and he looked much more haggard than he had three years ago.

My father is getting old.

In an instant, she felt a stinging sensation in her nose rush to her eyes, and her eyes swelled up. Unable to control herself any longer, she buried her face in her father's warm embrace.

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P.S.: I understand that readers want to see the ending, but I think the process is more important in a novel. Just like when you watch a TV series, you have to see the characters' experiences and the process, instead of skipping directly to the last episode, right?

If we only look at the outcome, like only seeing the male and female leads get together, then without the process of falling in love, how can there be a deep and unforgettable bond? I might as well summarize an entire book in a single sentence, then what's the point of reading it, right?