Hearing Jiang Defu's angry voice, Lin Wangshu quickly asked seriously, "Dad, what's wrong? What did Yafei do to offend you?"
Jiang Defu's complaints about Yafei were like a flood that had been unleashed, never-ending.
“Our retirement home held a dance competition, and I practiced dancing day and night to support Jiang Yafei’s work.”
"But that ungrateful wretch fired me in front of so many people!"
"That old bastard Wang Zhenbiao was watching from the sidelines. She didn't give me any face at all. Can you imagine how humiliated I am? How am I ever going to go out in public again!"
Lin Wangshu was afraid of upsetting him and immediately joined forces with him, saying, "This Yafei is really outrageous, Dad. You wait, I'll call and have a good talk with her right now!"
Jiang Defu felt a little better after that, but before hanging up, he didn't forget to tell her a few things, "You must teach her a lesson and make her realize her mistake."
"That would be ideal, that she would personally invite me back!"
Jiang Weidong, who was standing to the side, listened to the whole thing. He closed his book, pinched the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, "Our dad is getting more and more childish."
"Old people are like children, aren't they?" Lin Wangshu picked up the phone again to call Yafei. "Besides, I think it's quite interesting to resolve their disputes."
Jiang Weidong tossed the book aside, took her hand and kissed it, his eyes filled with affection and a hint of sorrow.
"What about me? This is our private time together, you can't neglect me."
He finally managed to leave his two children with his younger siblings, hoping they could have a few days alone together, but then his father came and caused trouble again.
Hearing the dial tone, Lin Wangshu gave him a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. "It'll be ready soon, don't be impatient."
When Yafei learned why she had come, she poured out her grievances, "Big sister, you have no idea, Dad can't dance at all."
"His dancing is up and down, making him look like someone who has been paralyzed for half his life and has just learned to walk."
“He also keeps stepping on our mother’s feet. During a dance, he can step on her feet more than a dozen times. The old lady’s feet are going to be swollen from being stepped on.”
"Tell me, with someone like him, how could I let him play? Wouldn't that just drag the whole team down?"
Yafei's description was very vivid, and Lin Wangshu couldn't help but chuckle, but she still had to advise her, "Friendship comes first, competition second."
“Our dad is very concerned about his image. You rejected him in front of so many people, how could he not be angry?”
"Besides, isn't the purpose of holding this competition to make old men and women happy?"
“It would be such a waste if Dad got so angry about this that he developed a heart attack.”
Yafei snorted, "Dad must have been telling on you. He was faking it. He's had several electrocardiograms, and he's healthier than me!"
“He’s just like a child right now. Our Yafi is very understanding, why don’t you go and comfort him?”
"Don't flatter me," Yafei said, indicating that she wouldn't fall for it, but then she grumbled, "Fine, he's my father, so I'll just have to lower my head for now."
Zheng Jianhua was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. After she hung up the phone, the corners of his mouth curved up. "I told you to invite the old man back. Look, he went to your older sister to complain."
Yafi sighed and stood up. "I'll go apologize to him right now."
"Wait a minute." Zheng Jianhua pulled her into his arms, smiling and lowering his voice, "Let's go tomorrow. I'm going on a business trip soon. Spend time with me today."
Seeing his well-dressed, lecherous appearance, Yafei was tempted, but she still put on a reluctant expression and said, "Alright then."
The next day, as soon as Yafei had set up the steps for Jiang Defu, he couldn't wait to go down them.
Jiang Defu originally wanted to put on a show and be a bit more authoritative with her, but after learning that An Jie's dance partner had been changed to that philandering Deputy Director Xiong, he lost all interest in it.
With Jiang Defu's involvement, on the day of the competition, Yafei couldn't bear to watch; it was simply a farce!
As expected, they came in last place. They went in with their heads held high, but returned dejected.
Only Jiang Defu didn't care about winning or losing. He walked with his hands behind his back between An Jie and Deputy Director Xiong, looking quite cheerful.
Old Ding, seeing this scene through the window, fanned himself and said to Dehua with a look of amusement, "What did I tell you? With your brother participating in this competition, it would be a miracle if they won."
Looking at Jiang Defu's smiling face, Dehua wondered, "Did they win or lose? Everyone else looks like a defeated rooster, but my brother is so happy."
Old Ding glanced at Deputy Director Xiong and chuckled, "How could your brother not be happy? He went there to cause trouble, and now that he's achieved his goal, of course he's holding his head high and feeling smug!"
Once they came in, Dehua immediately went up to Yafei and asked, "How did it go? What place did you get?"
Yafei glanced at Jiang Defu and snorted, "Last place, a complete and utter defeat!"
"Then why are you all still gathered together? Just go home and disperse." Old Ding sat on the sofa, casually making sarcastic remarks.
Anjie didn't seem unhappy at all, and pulled Dehua along with great enthusiasm, saying, "Yafei said she wanted to invite us to a dinner party, so I'm here to invite you guys to come along."
Old Ding was surprised. "You guys lost the battle, and you still have the mood to have a get-together? You're really carefree."
Jiang Defu had already expressed his opinion, as he was worried about Yafei's money. Upon hearing this, he immediately chimed in, "That's right, we can just eat at home. Why go to a restaurant?"
Yafei explained helplessly, "What can I do? My own father dragged us down, so of course I have to treat everyone to a meal to make amends."
Upon hearing Jiang Defu's words, Wang Zhenbiao said to him irritably, "Since you're willing to eat at home, then you don't need to go. Yafei, let's go first, without your dad."
Jiang Defu scoffed, unwilling to accept it. "Why should I? She's my own daughter. She's treating, so of course I have to go."
As he spoke, he looked at Lao Ding and Dehua, "You two should go too. We can't let outsiders take all the benefits."
Old Ding had always looked down on Wang Zhenbiao. If Wang Zhenbiao was unhappy, Old Ding was happy. So he stood up cheerfully and said, "Okay, my niece is treating, of course I have to show my support."
“You…” Looking at the two men’s smug backs, Wang Zhenbiao, the “outsider,” was so angry that he couldn’t speak.
Seeing this, Yafei quickly tried to smooth things over, chuckled twice, and said to him, "Uncle Wang, don't take it to heart. Let's go eat first."
Wang Zhenbiao glanced at Yafei, his anger subsided, and he only sighed regretfully, "What a pity..."
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