Upon hearing this, Ouyang nodded in agreement, "Nanxun is right, Wenya. It's good that you're kind-hearted, but you really shouldn't forgive someone who has done such terrible things..."
"Stop talking, I'm sleepy. Li Ma, push me back to my room."
Mu Wenya frowned, looking dejected. Aunt Li sighed and pushed her wheelchair out of the room.
Mu Nanxun opened his mouth as if to say something, but Yi Yi grabbed his sleeve from the side, stopping him from speaking.
When something like this happens, the more others say, the more upset the person involved will become.
"Xiao Li, you go and rest first. I'll push her back to her room." The old man hurried over to them, took Mu Wenya's wheelchair from Li Ma, and walked towards her room.
Mu Wenya paused for a moment, then turned her head away. "Dad, it's better to let Aunt Li do this kind of thing."
"What's there to be afraid of? Shouldn't I take care of my own daughter?"
The old man was unusually gentle today. In Mu Wenya's memory, the old man was usually rude and impolite, and would never be so tender.
A warm feeling suddenly rose in my heart.
The old man cared for her from beginning to end, but she let him down and even resented him at one point. Now, thinking back, how heartbroken he must have been when she ignored his intentional or unintentional concern countless times and cast resentful or cold glances at him.
"Dad, I'm sorry."
This apology was something she owed him. It was just that it came so many years too late.
Upon hearing this, the old man paused, momentarily feeling somewhat uneasy.
After a long while, the old man chuckled lightly and replied, "You child, what are you saying about 'sorry'? What have you done to apologize to this old man? I'm your father, why are you being so formal with me? Really."
A father's relationship with his daughter is completely different from his relationship with his son. With his son, they're mostly like brothers, joking and teasing each other—anything goes. But with his daughter, he feels an innate tenderness.
Especially when his beloved daughter finally let go of her prejudices and stubbornness and was willing to open up, the old man, as a father, felt a rare sense of secret joy and shyness. This feeling of being cautious and protective was exactly the same as when he was dating.
No wonder people say that a daughter is her father's lover from a past life; this saying is absolutely true.
Mu Wenya lowered her head, still unable to extricate herself from guilt and sorrow.
"Dad, why didn't you tell me when you discovered Qin Lang's infidelity? You made me resent you for years."
"Sigh, you were so infatuated with him back then, you couldn't stand anyone saying a bad word about him. Seeing how crazy you are about him, if I told you about him and other women... I'm worried you'd be hurt even more."
So I thought I'd just find some excuse to separate you two, even if you resent me or hate me, it would all pass after a while. Who knew that something like that would happen later? If I had known this would happen, I should have found evidence of his cheating. A short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one; maybe you'll have completely moved on by now.”
"Getting out of this is easier said than done..." Mu Wenya's eyes were empty and lifeless as she once again fell into self-doubt.
The man she loved for so many years had misjudged her from the very beginning.
She even ruined herself into this inhuman, ghost-like state for him.
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