Because he had anticipated this, he used this to force her to break up with him.
“Jingyi, you’re not getting any younger. You’re supposed to be taking care of the Xiang family, but Dad still hopes you can be happier.”
Xiang Zhengyi ate a piece of pastry. "You only ask Xiang Zhenggang questions if you have doubts, but I never ask these questions."
Xiang Jing was stunned for a moment, looking at Xiang Zhengyi in disbelief.
At the time, Xiang Zhengyi was away on a business trip and should have been unaware of anything. However, he overlooked the fact that Xiang Zhengyi's sensitivity surpassed that of others; he simply kept it well hidden and rarely revealed it.
"Dad, you..."
Over the years, Xiang Jingyi thought that Xiang Zhenggang's family was so lenient because he didn't know about this. Did he know?
Otherwise, how could Lao Ma have appeared so timely when he met Xiang Zhenggang today?
"I love Chunxia. Chunxia gave birth to three children for me. I am very content with you all."
“Jingyi, no matter how ill-intentioned outsiders may be, they should not easily question their mother.”
Xiang Jingyi's secret, which he had kept hidden in his heart for many years, was ruthlessly exposed by Xiang Zhengyi. He couldn't tell whether he felt more angry or relieved.
He frowned. "Dad..."
"Didn't you ever wonder why, knowing all this, you indulged them and even let them almost harm Zhizhi?"
Xiang Jingyi has always been trying to understand Xiang Zhengyi, and often he can guess his father's thoughts immediately.
He is a very successful eldest son, but his father is a successful businessman whose achievements far exceed those of the average person, and whose understanding and tolerance are also stronger than those of the average person.
Never before had Xiang Jingyi felt that he was so unfathomable, even beyond his comprehension.
He had seen how indulgent his mother was towards Xiang Zhenggang's family in the past, and had wavered on whether to tell him what he suspected. But he was afraid that his mother might have really done something wrong, which would arouse his suspicion.
He would harbor resentment towards his mother and hatred towards Xiang Zhenggang, and he would also turn ruthless towards their three children.
He feared he would no longer remember his mother or take her seriously.
"I never doubted it."
Xiang Zhengyi took a sip of tea.
When he heard that Xiang Jingyi was right outside the door after the incident, he didn't take it to heart. Little did he know that this incident would become a lifelong psychological shadow for Xiang Jingyi.
As a man, how could I not have doubts?
Xiang Jingyi stood up, his face filled with shock. Xiang Zhenggang tapped the table and poured him a cup of tea.
"Have some tea."
He had no choice but to sit down. "Dad..."
He really couldn't see through him at all.
“I know about this, but I never doubt it because I trust your mother. I don’t believe other people’s gossip; I only believe what I see myself.”
"As husband and wife, no one knows her better than me."
Xiang Jingyi frowned slightly, unable to describe her feelings, only feeling a sudden heaviness in her heart.
The secret that had weighed on his heart for so many years was not worth mentioning in Xiang Zhengyi's words; he simply said, "I believe her."
Those three short words instantly shattered him.
“Jingyi, your father never talks to you about this alone, nor does he ask you about it, because I know what kind of person your mother is. I respect her and love her. I don’t believe those nonsense and gossip.”
Xiang Zhengyi took a sip of tea. "Chunxia will always be my wife. I don't trust anyone else, I only trust her."
In this bustling and ever-changing era, even after so many years, Xiang Zhengyi remains true to his principles, unchanged.
He had lived a life of loving only one person, and everyone called him a hypocritical philanthropist, but Xiang Jingyi felt at this moment that her father truly deserved the title.
Later that evening, Alan came over and brought Gila some potatoes.
Although Alan liked Shen Shixun very much, she did not marry him as she wished. However, she and Jira got along very well over the years, like sisters.
All three men in Alan's family are very capable and good at their work. Whenever they have something good, they like to come and give some to Gila.
Back when Shen Shixun was in the city, Alan treated Jira like her own sister. Over time, although she didn't end up with Shen Shixun, she got used to this way of getting along with Jira.
I brought half a sack of potatoes, poured them out, and piled them in a corner of the tent.
After washing her hair, Xiang Nanzhi came out feeling refreshed and clean.
To satisfy her desire to wash her hair and take a bath, Shen Shixun went to the river to fetch water.
It takes a lot of time and effort to make a round trip.
The news spread throughout the tribe.
Sehun's Han Chinese daughter is very pretentious; she has to take a bath and wash her hair every day.
Alan smelled a fragrance and couldn't help but turn around. Sure enough, he saw Xiang Nanzhi drying his hair outside the tent.
"Sister Alan, this is too much. We can't finish it all. You should take some back with you."
“We don’t take things back with us. You guys eat slowly. Brother Xun is back too, so eat with us and have your fill.”
"My brother won't be here for long."
“Gila, look at you, you’re being so polite with me.”
Xiang Nan didn't know what they were talking about. She moved a stool outside and sat down to dry her hair. Her hair was in very good condition, black and shiny. Although it was curly, she was very particular about it. She took good care of it after curling it and would never allow a single split end to appear.
It's a pity there's no hair oil on the grasslands...
Once outside, Alan glanced at Xiang Nanzhi, and perhaps sensing the gaze behind him, Xiang Nanzhi couldn't help but turn around.
Old Hei was right at her feet, lazily enjoying himself without having to work.
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