Just as her knees were about to hit the ground, a voice sounded at the door.
"Fei’er, Xiangyu, what are you doing?"
The familiar authoritative voice rang out, and Yin Xiangyu’s expression changed while her back was still facing the door.
Imdiately, she pulled Yin Yufei up from the ground with the fastest speed and took out a mobile phone from her pocket to hold in her hand.
Holding the child in one arm and the phone in the other, she turned to face Yin Zhikun standing at the door.
"Uncle! My phone just fell on the ground, and little sister Yufei helped pick it up."
Yin Zhikun seed not to suspect anything, and he affectionately looked at his daughter Yin Yufei, who, however, did not even glance at him, her gaze worriedly fixed on the child in Yin Xiangyu’s arms.
He stepped into the room and took the crying grandchild from Yin Xiangyu’s arms.
"Wah wah wah—"
Even after being in his arms, the child kept crying.
"Why is the child crying all the ti?"
Seeing the child in his arms, Yin Yufei let out a sudden sigh of relief.
She stepped forward and without answering Yin Zhikun, stretched out her hands: "Give the child to ."
Yin Zhikun handed the child to her with great care—Heaven knows, he hadn’t even held his own son.
"Uncle, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go now."
"Go on—"
After Yin Zhikun let her leave, Yin Xiangyu quickly departed.
She did not see the intense fury hidden in Yin Zhikun’s deep eyes as he watched her retreating figure.
"Has she been bullying you all along?"
Though phrased as a question, he spoke it with an air of certainty.
Yin Yufei paused in her actions of comforting the child, then casually continued to soothe the child.
"Good baby, don’t cry, don’t cry, mommy is here, sleep well—"
Yin Yufei’s face was soft, her gentleness like flowing water.
Gazing at the expression on his daughter’s face, Yin Zhikun felt deeply softened.
The child looked a lot like her mother, both so gentle and beautiful, yet also so stubborn.
Since bringing her back nearly a year ago, the child had never smiled at him or shown him a friendly face.
Thinking back to what he saw and heard at the doorway, Second Master Yin felt a pang of heartache.
He thought bringing her back and giving her the best food and drink would give her the best life. Even if she beca pregnant before marriage, he didn’t bla her; he just wanted her to be well.
But he overlooked the younger mbers of the household.
Just now, his daughter said, I’ll kneel.
Kneel for what?
The bent leg was clearly seen in his eyes.
At that mont, his heart was painfully clenched, self-bla, and guilt overtook him.
If he hadn’t spoken, would his daughter really have knelt? He knows the answer very well, and it’s precisely because he knows that he cannot accept it.
Especially his daughter’s attitude, she seed to have beco accustod to it.
In other words, she was being bullied by Yin Xiangyu for a long ti.
He never knew how to love his daughter properly, and after all his efforts to please her, it turns out she was so humiliated by others, how could he tolerate it!
After coaxing the son to sleep, Yin Yufei carried him to the bedroom, placed him on the bed, and covered him with a thin sumr quilt.
Outside, Yin Zhikun was still there.
Yin Yufei walked out and t his deeply suppressed eyes.
Second Master Yin’s voice was low: "You still haven’t answered my previous question."
"What answer do you want to hear?"
Yin Yufei was not afraid of him, yet she couldn’t bring herself to be close to this man.
Even though he was her biological father.
"I want to hear the truth, all of it!"
Yin Zhikun did not have a good temper, and his patience was limited.
But it also depended on who he was dealing with.
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