Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 99 A Daughter's Thoughts (Please Subscribe)

As night fell, the moonlight, like a veil, gently enveloped the courtyard.

Jiang Fu'an had originally planned to return to his room to cultivate, but he paused in the courtyard.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to walk towards the west wing.

A lantern hangs in front of the rice seedling house, its dim light swaying gently in the evening breeze.

He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

"Thump, thump".

A moment later, the door creaked open.

The light green skirt peeked out first, followed by He Miao's delicate face.

A faint sorrow lingered in her eyes. Seeing it was her father, she paused slightly, "Father, what brings you here?"

She stepped aside to let her father into the house.

Jiang Fu'an sat down at the table and gestured for He Miao to sit down as well.

"There are too many people during the day, so I didn't ask you."

He spoke slowly, "Today, Lu Xuanfeng disregarded your feelings and insisted on sparring with Shi Tou. I wonder what you were thinking?"

He Miao, who had a slight smile on her lips, suddenly dimmed her eyes upon hearing these words.

She lowered her head and remained silent for a long while before smiling bitterly and saying, "Father, you're right. We have to go through some big things together to see what another person is really like."

"I now realize that I was deceived by his pretense before."

Although she was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, she was only nineteen years old, and the childishness of a young girl still remained in her eyes.

Jiang Fu'an came to check on her specifically because he was afraid she would get stuck on something.

Judging from her current appearance, it's clear that she's really not feeling well.

He softened his tone and asked, "Do you feel that he used to be very attentive to you, as if he was willing to do anything for you?"

"But now, for the sake of a spiritual vein, they can disregard your feelings without any regard for them."

"Do you feel a sense of being deceived?"

He Miao looked at Jiang Fu'an in surprise; she hadn't expected her father to be so accurate.

She nodded, her voice slightly hoarse: "My daughter really can't understand why he would lie to me."

Jiang Fu'an chuckled lightly: "Actually, nine out of ten things a man says when he's pursuing a woman are lies."

"Everyone is pretty much the same in this respect. In the future, when you encounter someone who says sweet words, pay more attention to what they actually do for you, rather than just listening to what they say."

"Are most of them fake?"

He Miao stared wide-eyed at her father in disbelief, then blurted out, "Dad, did you treat Mom like that too?"

Jiang Fu'an's face flushed, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his eyes.

But in order to teach his daughter to understand, he still gritted his teeth and told the truth: "In front of your mother—I did exaggerate a bit in some ways."

He Miao's curiosity was piqued, and she pressed, "What kind of talk was that?"

How could Jiang Fu'an possibly go into details? He immediately straightened his face and said seriously, "Why ask so many questions? You only need to remember eight words—a man's mouth is a liar's mouth."

"A man's mouth—a lying devil—"

He Miao repeated it in a low voice, then suddenly burst out laughing. She quickly raised her sleeve to cover her mouth, but her eyes curved into crescent moons.

The candlelight illuminated her gradually relaxing brows and eyes, and her sorrow seemed to be somewhat dispelled by her laughter.

The moonlight outside the window was as clear as water, and occasionally the chirping of insects could be heard.

The room was filled with flickering lamplight, and the gentle laughter of the rice seedlings could be heard from time to time.

Jiang Fu'an talked with his daughter for nearly an hour. Seeing that the gloom between her brows had faded and her expression had truly relaxed, he got up and left.

He stepped out of the seedling house and stood on the porch for a moment.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked to another room, knocking on Yue'er's door.

"Knock knock knock".

After waiting a moment, there was a rustling sound inside, and then the door was pulled open a crack.

Yue'er leaned out halfway, wearing a light pink nightgown, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, one hand still rubbing her eyes, half-asleep.

Upon seeing it was her father, she was taken aback: "Dad—? What brings you here?"

"Let's go inside and talk."

Jiang Fu'an pointed inside the house and stepped inside.

Yue'er yawned and didn't ask any more questions.

She slowly walked back to the bed in her embroidered shoes and slumped into the quilt.

Jiang Fu'an sat down at the table without directly asking his purpose.

After thinking for a moment, he started the conversation elsewhere: "I remember you used to play with the Miao brothers, Ruoshan and Ruohai, quite often. Why haven't I seen them playing with you lately?"

Yue'er wrinkled her nose and muttered, "Dad, those are old almanacs from which year and month. I stopped playing with them a long time ago."

"Are there any men you've gotten close to these days?"

Jiang Fu'an asked the question as he saw fit.

No.

Yue'er answered readily, then tilted her head to look at him, "What's wrong, Father? Why are you asking this?"

Seeing her ask, Jiang Fu'an stopped beating around the bush: "I'm just asking, you're eighteen now, is there a man you like?"

Upon hearing this, Yue'er's eyes widened immediately: "Father! Don't you never care about my marriage? Why are you suddenly asking about this today?"

"Could it be that they think I'm just sitting at home doing nothing and want to kick me out?"

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback by her words: "When did I say I didn't care about your marriage? I was just asking, how did that make me kick you out?"

Yue'er straightened her back confidently: "If you really wanted to take care of it, why did you wait until I was eighteen to ask?"

"Other people's girls start looking for husbands when they're fifteen or sixteen."

Jiang Fu'an then realized what was going on.

In this world, women start talking about marriage when they reach the age of fifteen, but he always felt that it was appropriate to wait until they were at least eighteen.

He had no choice but to explain, "Your father didn't interfere before because he wanted you to find someone you truly liked."

"Now that you're all grown up, I'm only asking about your feelings because I care about you, not because I'm pressuring you to get married, and certainly not to drive you away."

After saying this, he suddenly seemed a little dazed.

My appearance seems somewhat like those parents who pressured me to get married in my past life.

Upon hearing this, Yue'er visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're not sending me away. I have no plans to get married right now."

"Miao Ruoshan and the others are far inferior to my father, I would never marry them."

"Besides, I take care of those spirit beasts every day, and I'm quite content."

These words alerted Jiang Fu'an:

Isn't my daughter's standard a bit too high?

He pressed, "Tell your father, where they fall short?"

Yue'er tilted her head and thought about it seriously: "There are many—for example, they always feel that women are inferior to men, and they don't even allow women in the family to sit at the table to eat."

"She wouldn't even let my sisters go out with me, saying that girls should stay at home obediently and not run around wildly —"

She talked on and on about many trivial matters, but as Jiang Fu'an listened, he gradually understood.

This girl will probably have a hard time finding someone she likes.

He never expected that among his children, the one most deeply influenced by his beliefs from his past life would be his second daughter.

However, he didn't intend to force the issue, and just smiled gently: "Alright, Father understands. In the future, if you meet someone you like, or want to start a family, just tell Father, and Father will help you make arrangements."

"If you don't meet anyone, then stay home and rest assured, Dad will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Yue'er immediately beamed with joy, jumped off the bed, ran barefoot to him, and took his arm: "Thank you, Dad! I knew you were the best!"

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