That night was the best and deepest sleep Lin Jiyue had had in a long time. There was no worry, no ridicule, no crying. She could smell the smell of home on the quilt and fall asleep.
In the past few days during the Chinese New Year, she accompanied her sister to the market every day to buy ingredients. After eating, the two of them would take a walk in the park in the community.
Lin Zhaoxia is no longer as mean as before. Since her father passed away, her attitude towards Lin Jiyue has gradually become friendly.
When the two sisters are alone together, they will chat about daily life and their respective love careers.
After all, it was the Chinese New Year, and it was inevitable for neighbors to visit each other. Whenever Lin Jiyue saw her neighbors and their families gathering together, she was very envious.
She couldn't help but wonder, if Zhuang Licheng was just an ordinary person, would they be able to be reunited and happy like ordinary families during the Chinese New Year?
It was already after the New Year that Zhuang Licheng came back from Shanghai.
Before he could take a breath, he was called home by phone. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw his aunt winking at him and whispering quietly: "Your dad is angry, you're done."
He blinked childishly, smiled indifferently at his aunt, and made a "V" sign of victory. In fact, he was not afraid.
Zhuang Licheng straightened his slightly messy clothes and walked calmly into his father Zhuang Weihan's study.
He stood up straight and shouted clearly: "Dad, I'm back."
Zhuang Weihan did not raise his head, but concentrated on the flowing calligraphy without saying a word.
Zhuang Licheng also remained silent, and the two father and son were competing for patience.
After a long time, Zhuang Weihan put down the brush and went to clean his hands again. Then he sat down and asked: "I heard that you broke up with Jing? You got together with an unknown girl. Licheng, you are not even that old."
You're young, how much longer do you have to play?" His voice was cold and biting, mixed with a hint of disapproval and blame.
Zhuang Lizheng frowned and said seriously: "Dad, everything I do is serious."
There was a "pop" sound, and something was thrown at his feet. When he lowered his head and looked, his face suddenly turned blue and white and turned extremely ugly.
It was a large envelope, with unsightly photos sliding out of it. The light was very dark and the men's faces could not be seen clearly, and most of them were with the camera behind them, but he could clearly see the charming woman inside.
It’s Lin Jiyue!
The insiders of this matter were all silenced, and Lin Jiyue didn't mention a word, so Zhuang Licheng didn't know anything about it beforehand, which made him unprepared. He was just secretly worried about how such a photo could be found.
In the hands of her father? This undoubtedly ruined Lin Jiyue's possibility of gaining recognition from her family. People of the older generation were accustomed to preconceptions, so their impression of Yueyue would definitely be even worse now.
Sure enough, Zhuang Weihan snorted coldly: "Seriously? You dare to tell me that you are serious with a woman like this? Are you confused, or have you been bewitched by her? I heard that you even ran to follow me
Is your aunt angry? When did I teach you to be so ignorant of right and wrong?"
"How did you get these photos?" Zhuang Licheng clenched his fists and looked at his father intently.
Zhuang Weihan sneered: "Don't worry about how I got it! If people don't know anything but themselves, she can do it without fear of being found out. I'm telling you now, go and break up with that girl right away. I'll treat it as