Ye Jian saw that her father’s face was as pale as death, and his lips trembled like he was totally lifeless.
She didn’t dare to tell her father the truth because she was afraid that when her father knew it, he would be too sad and something would happen to him. He loved her mother so much and looked forward to a reunion with her.
As a result, she, as his daughter, had personally destroyed Yu Sheng’s more than 20 years of hope.
“Dad, these were the exact words written in mom’s diary. I don’t have the diary with me now. I will show it to you when I get home next time. Mother really didn’t hate you.” Ye Jian didn’t dare to say other things; she just hoped that her words would make my father feel better.
“Silly daughter, your mother didn’t hate me, but she was disappointed, very disappointed…”
Father Fu shook his head lightly, smiling and crying, so sad that his shoulders collapsed, “There is a saying, ‘nothing is more wretched than apathy’…Silly daughter, your mother’s heart was already utterly disappointed; how could she hate me?”
Ye Jian had no way to answer this because, in her mother’s diary, she did write that she was truly disappointed and had totally given up hope. When she read it, she understood that her mother had felt very sorrowful and had lost hope. That was why she hated her father and thought that he abandoned her.
But what did Father do wrong?
He didn’t do anything wrong.
Her father was not wrong.
“No, no, Dad, when you read Mother’s diary, you will see that she really did not regret marrying you. I swear, she really did not regret it.”
Although her mother was very sad, she did not regret it.
Father Fu knew that his daughter was comforting him. Seeing that Ye Jian had already cried with tears rolling down her cheeks, he quickly drew out a handkerchief and hurriedly wiped Ye Jian’s tears.
The action was too sudden. He didn’t notice that there was a tea set beside his arm, and he accidentally knocked it down. The small teacups made of purple sand were all knocked down; even the purple teapot was almost overturned.
“Don’t cry, don’t cry…” Father Fu did not even bother to pick up the overturned teacup. He moved awkwardly and quickly to wipe the tears on his daughter’s face, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, if your mother knows that I made you cry, she will blame me for sure.”
“I know you have good intentions. You don’t say it; I know you don’t want me to be sad. I know…I know you are a good girl, don’t cry. Your mother is such a kind person; how can she hate me, don’t cry.”
In a hurry, Father Fu accidentally spoke in his hometown slang.
How could he let his daughter be sad?
He couldn’t!
No, he couldn’t!
No matter how his wife hated him or blamed him, he would suffer it alone.
Outside, the old gentleman came walking with a cane, and the sound of door-knocking interrupted the father and daughter in the room. Ye Jian drew a tissue to wipe her tears. She felt embarrassed to let Father Fu wipe her tears for her.
“It’s getting late, you have to leave soon, or you won’t be able to catch the plane. If there’s anything else, you guys can chat in the car or on the plane.” The old gentleman came to remind the two about the time and checked the situation inside the room.
Father Fu took the lead to get up first, anxiously and fiercely. His tall body trembled as he stood up abruptly, shocking Ye Jian that she quickly got up to support her father.
She felt her father turn around, stabilized himself, and then patted her hand that was on his arm gently. Then, she heard him whisper, “Don’t tell your grandfather; that old man is already very old. He won’t be able to take it.”
Before Father Fu went over to open the door, he turned around with his back against Ye Jian, and lightly tapped the corners of his eyes, for fear that the old man would notice something wrong.
The old man didn’t ask what happened. When he saw the spilled tea on the floor, he knew that she must have said it.
