Xiao Jinhan picked up his wine glass, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down before he swallowed it all. Recalling their previous kisses, he turned to look at him and asked, "Which aspect are you referring to?"
Fu Jiang took a heavy drag on his cigarette; the question sounded melancholic.
It's been almost twenty-one years, and he never thought the girl was still alive. He never imagined that before he even had a chance to cherish her, she would be taken away by his son.
A feeling of unease gathered in my chest, and I couldn't seem to dissipate it.
This question is a bit too much for him.
Back then, in order to pursue Yan Zhi, he had a principle of striking first and sleeping with her before marriage.
To go even deeper, he pursued Rouge even when she was still dating Old Huo.
At the time, he thought he was incredibly arrogant, confident that Rouge wouldn't run away.
But if this happened to my own daughter, I would only feel heartbroken.
If the fourth brother gets as carried away as he did back then, I reckon he won't drink this wine; he'll beat him half to death first to vent his anger.
After a while, Fu Jiang skillfully changed the subject, looking at him intently: "Yao'er's profession is an actor. In the entertainment industry, have you ever made things difficult for him?"
Yes, I have.
At that time, I don't know what my mindset was, but I actually wanted that cunning little devil to submit to me.
Seeing his honesty, Fu Jiang believed that he was serious about Yao'er.
He added, "There won't be any more like this in the future."
This statement was not addressed to his father, but rather to his father-in-law.
Fu Jiang gazed at him. Of all his sons, the one he trusted the most was not the eldest, but the fourth.
When he was a child, the eldest and second eldest brothers were always fighting, but he never wanted to participate. Even if he did, he would just take advantage of the situation and make up the numbers.
That's why he believed that his feelings for Yao'er were genuine.
Suddenly, Xiao Jinhan spoke up: "Dad."
This one word deeply moved Fu Jiang.
It has to be admitted that most of one's life has passed.
"Um."
He drank another glass of wine before speaking in a low voice, his eyes serious: "I'm sorry I didn't give you and your mother more time to spend with Sixteen."
Fu Jiang stubbed out his cigarette, clinked glasses with him, and muttered a curse under his breath: "You brat."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.
Xiao Jinhan rarely confides in others. Tonight, these cups of wine, seemingly a punishment for him, are more of a heart-to-heart talk from his father, who is entrusting his only daughter to him in this way.
This was a responsibility, and it moved him deeply.
He added, "We've all grown up, and there are many roads we have to walk alone, getting married, having children, and growing old."
"These days seem long, yet they pass in the blink of an eye. Thinking back to my childhood feels like it happened just yesterday. Therefore, Sixteen and I plan not to move out after we get married."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jiang was deeply moved. The feeling of being valued by his own child was even more addictive than fine wine.
Xiao Jinhan's eyes were deep as he said, "You and Mom accompanied us brothers as we grew up. From now on, we will accompany you as you grow old."
These words unexpectedly moved him.
Looking up at the fourth child, I realized that the obedient and filial child who used to keep his thoughts to himself had grown up.
His filial piety hasn't changed at all, and the youthful innocence between his brows has gradually transformed into that of an outstanding man.
Although he is a man, he is also a father, and this promise is both weighty and heartwarming to him.
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