When Meng Xuejun saw Meng Zihan's disdainful look towards him, a nameless anger suddenly surged up inside him.

He raised his chin, adopting the airs of a father, and reprimanded her with a stern face.

"Meng Zihan! What kind of attitude is this? I'm your own father! How can you talk to your own father like that? You better get your attitude right!"

Meng Zihan didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, letting out a cold snort through her nose.

His biological father?

This word is an absolute joke.

The reason she loathed this man to the core was entirely due to the "lessons" she learned in her past life.

She was completely different back then compared to how she looks now, like a stray dog.

She was admitted to university, and after graduation she went to work in a factory. Soon after, she naturally married Gu Yifei.

With her university degree and the powerful backing of her father-in-law, the factory director, she gradually rose to the position of director of the design institute.

She and Gu Yifei were a loving couple, and their careers were going smoothly. They were considered prominent figures in the steel mill compound.

Their relationship with the Ye family was still harmonious, and their lives were much more comfortable than they are now.

Just when she thought things would continue to go smoothly, Meng Xuejun appeared at her office door without warning.

He looked very slovenly.

He was wearing an old jacket so dirty that its color was indistinguishable, with the collar and cuffs completely worn out. His face was weathered, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were sunken, making him look no different from a homeless person on the street.

His first words startled her.

He cried so hard his face was covered in snot and tears, he was heartbroken.

"Zihan, my dear daughter... Dad has finally found you."

When her father, who hadn't appeared for over twenty years, suddenly reappeared, Meng Zihan became wary.

Could this person be a scammer?

But then he showed her a photo of himself and a young woman holding a baby.

"Dad has always been thinking of you, he's never forgotten you!"

Meng Zihan also has a copy of this photo, which is her only connection with her parents.

Upon seeing the crumpled black-and-white photograph, Meng Zihan believed that the homeless man in front of her was her father, Meng Xuejun, who had been missing for many years.

Meng Xuejun was still crying and complaining.

“Over the years, Dad has been running around trying to find out about your mother. He’s spent all his money and gotten sick from it all… Sigh, Dad has had a hard life.”

At that time, he didn't mention going to the port city to do business. He only said that he had "drifted outside for half his life and figured it out. He still has to return to his roots."

Meng Zihan just looked at him quietly, feeling uneasy.

She was abandoned by this man when she was less than a year old. The word "father" was like an empty noun in a book to her, without any real meaning.

Moreover, she is successful in her career and financially independent, so she no longer needs any fatherly love to rely on.

But people are strange like that. When Meng Xuejun looked at her with his bloodshot eyes and cautiously called her "daughter," the softest part of her heart was gently touched.

Meng Xuejun was a shrewd man. Seeing that his daughter's expression softened, he immediately seized the opportunity.

With a sob in his voice, he said, "Zihan, my biggest regret in this life is not being able to be there for you as you grow up. Now that I'm back, I'll definitely make it up to you! From now on, you're no longer an orphan living under someone else's roof. With me here, you have a home!"

"I have a home now."

These three words were like a key, instantly unlocking the tightly locked door in Meng Zihan's heart.

She had lived in the Ye family's house for so many years, and no matter how well her aunt treated her, it was never her own home.

Whenever she saw the twin brothers of the Ye family acting spoiled and playful around their aunt and uncle, she felt empty inside, as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out.

Now that her biological father has returned, and he speaks so sincerely, how could she not be moved!

When Meng Xuejun saw that her eyes were red, he became even more dramatic and started wiping away tears on the spot, recounting his hardships and regrets over the years with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Faced with his tearful plea, Meng Zihan's last shred of reason and defense completely crumbled.

Unexpectedly, at the end of this heart-wrenching father-daughter reunion, Meng Xuejun abruptly changed the subject, letting out a long sigh: "It's just... Dad just got back and has absolutely no money on him, not even a place to stay. Do you think you could give Dad some money so he can settle down in Jiangcheng?"

Although Meng Zihan felt uneasy, she didn't think much of it.

She readily paid for a furnished single room for him near the steel mill. It wasn't big, but it was kept very clean.

Before leaving, she took out another hundred yuan from her pocket and stuffed it into Meng Xuejun's hand: "Dad, take this money first, and come to me if you need anything."

But their good days didn't last long before Meng Xuejun came knocking on their door.

As soon as he entered the door, he had a long face and was full of complaints: "Zihan, what kind of lousy place did you rent for Dad? It's small and damp, like a pigeon coop. You can't even stretch your arms out. It's so cramped to live here! Dad has suffered for half his life. Can't he live more comfortably when he comes back? And the little money you gave me will be gone in two days. Give Dad some more."

Meng Zihan frowned as she listened, a surge of inexplicable irritation rising in her heart.

She had just become a director, and her monthly salary was only a few hundred yuan. She had to cover her own expenses and also supplement the family income. Where would she find the spare money to support such a picky father?

She patiently explained, "Dad, the house is a bit small, but it's fully furnished and close by, so it's convenient for me to take care of things. As for the money... I just gave you a hundred yuan the day before yesterday, how come it's all gone? What did you buy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xuejun's face turned ashen.

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