Lin Yueru pouted. She felt that her father was prejudiced. If it weren't for the fact that it was her birthday today, she would have definitely made a scene with her father.
All I could do was pour my dad another cup of tea. "Okay, I know I was wrong. Next time I encounter someone like that, I'll try not to help them!"
Hearing his daughter's words, Lin Hongzhi picked up his teacup and drank, then thought about what he had just said to Cai Wei.
"You should pack up and go back to work at the hospital. Also, try to get along well with your colleagues. When they see you getting along well with them, they will definitely be more satisfied with you as their daughter-in-law."
Lin Yueru was in a bad mood at the thought of going back to that boring job. However, her father was right. If she didn't present a satisfactory daughter-in-law to them, the marriage would probably not go through.
"Okay, Dad! I understand. I'll pack my things and take the car back in a bit."
Lin Hongzhi casually pinched his daughter's cheek.
"That's a good girl. You don't need to take the train back. You can take my car back in a little while. Someone will come to pick me up."
"Okay, I'll go upstairs and pack my things."
Lin Yueru happily agreed, then turned around and hummed a song as she went upstairs.
Lin Hongzhi watched his daughter's retreating figure and smiled indulgently.
My mind involuntarily conjured up images of my eldest daughter. If she were here, would she be just as well-behaved and sensible?
He returned to his study, took out a photo album from the drawer, and found an old photo of him and Tong Shuyao.
They were so young back then; they were among the first batch of educated youth sent to the countryside, and you could say they were kindred spirits.
Tong Shujia walked in from outside and was unhappy to see her husband looking at old photos again, because those were photos of him and his sister.
Thinking back, if it weren't for those years—she wouldn't have the life she has now.
So she didn't regret the choice that led to her sister's death, and put the cup on the table.
"I ground coffee for you, and I added milk to it."
"Thank you!" Lin Hongzhi said politely.
Tong Shujia walked to his side and said, "Old Lin, you don't need to thank me. We're husband and wife!"
Lin Hongzhi glanced down at the photo, then looked at Tong Shujia, and had to admit, the two sisters looked remarkably alike.
Especially the expression in his eyes and the way he smiles.
"Why are you thinking about your sister again?"
Tong Shujia closed the photo album and put it in the drawer, not wanting the man to reminisce in front of her.
Lin Hongzhi: "I just suddenly thought, if the child I had with your sister were alive back then, wouldn't she be even more successful than Yue Ru now? Wouldn't the two sisters look very alike? Just like you sisters!"
Tong Shujia's lips twitched. How could they possibly look alike?
They are not related by blood at all; the man just doesn't know it.
As for the child my sister had, I guess he's living a hard life in the countryside now, probably married with children, his back bent by the hardships of marriage.
"If you miss your sister, let's find some time to go and pay our respects."
Lin Hongzhi stood up. "We'll talk about it later! I'm quite busy with work lately, and I really can't find the time!"
Tong Shujia went over and massaged his shoulders. "You should relax a bit too, don't be too hard on yourself."
Lin Hongzhi avoided Tong Shujia's concerned gaze because the two sisters looked too alike. As time went by, the softest part of his heart softened more and more, making him regret his actions.
Why did you get drunk and sleep with your sister-in-law back then? Even if you had lived with any other woman, you wouldn't be in this situation now.
He is increasingly afraid to face the past and only hopes that his children will get married and start their own families soon, so that his life can be considered complete.
Thinking of this, he stood up.
"I'm going back to pack my things. I won't be back for more than two months this time. Please take good care of Xiaoyu."
"Okay." Tong Shujia followed him out and saw the man return to his room.
She firmly believed that she had made the right choice, and at that moment she suddenly felt regret.
Does happiness that is stolen mean it will never be happy?
Why can't men forget the dead?
What's so great about my older sister?
What's the point of reminiscing about those little moments of tenderness when the person is already dead?
Am I not good enough to him?
"Mom, give me some money!" Lin Xiaoyi walked over nonchalantly, his white shirt tucked into his jeans, looking incredibly smug.
Seeing her son's unruly gait, she could only grab his ear and pull him back into the room.
"Look at yourself now, do you still look like a student?"
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