Especially that sentence, "Half a million isn’t expensive" completely exposed her nature as a prodigal heiress who throws money around like dirt.
"Not angry, not angry, getting sick over this unworthy daughter is really not worth it!"
Mr. He desperately comforted himself.
On the other side, He Tiantian continued to explain, "... Dad, you know all the people I usually hang out with!"
"I really wanted to buy that software from soone I’m familiar with, but how many of them do I know who are actually capable?"
"I was just frantically searching online out of desperation, never expected to actually stumble upon such a forum..."
As Mr. He listened, his chest of anger slowly dissipated.
Indeed, his daughter was always one for pleasure-seeking, and her close friends and siblings were basically a bunch of hedonists.
Through normal ans, it was impossible for his daughter to et anyone truly capable.
So... did she just stumble upon that software by sheer dumb luck, oh no, rather a stroke of divine fortune?
This luck, tsk tsk, truly not bad.
Speaking of his daughter’s luck, although Mr. He disdained her lack of ambition, he had to admit that her luck was indeed very good.
Not to ntion anything else, just being born into wealth and beauty, her luck was better than most people’s.
Then there’s the marriage: although her husband cos from an ordinary background, he’s brimming with artistic temperant, which wouldn’t be ridiculed when taken out in public.
Facing He Sitian’s bad temper, Zhao Wenkang was also truly tolerant.
Mr. and Mrs. He, both shrewd business foxes, had observed their son-in-law with critical eyes for two or three years, eventually confirming: this young man truly had self-cultivation and genuinely loved their daughter.
Of course, it’s also possible that Zhao Wenkang was so good at disguising himself that he managed to deceive both old foxes.
But, the He couple still felt the chances of that were too slim.
To guard against this minuscule possibility, Mr. and Mrs. He had made thorough preparations.
If Zhao Wenkang ever wronged their daughter, he would be driven out with nothing.
Should anything unexpected happen to Mr. and Mrs. He, or even if they passed away, their arrangents would still protect their only daughter.
However, at this mont, Mr. He felt that with his daughter’s good luck, the chances of encountering a Chen Shii were not high.
Stumbling into a mysterious master-mind, the kind of old trope you’d find in web novels, his daughter had encountered just that.
Such earth-defying good fortune would surely let his daughter live a smooth, safe, and joyful life of wealth and happiness.
Thinking of all this, Mr. He finally cald down, but at the sa ti, he realized that the call had been disconnected by his dear daughter at so point.
The busy tone beeping in his ear, Mr. He, whose expression had just softened and who was gradually showing a loving father’s face, couldn’t help but erupt with a shout: "He, Si, Tian!"
Achoo!
Achoo, achoo!
He Tiantian had hung up the call, then leaned against the ship’s rail, struck a pose, letting Zhao Yongkang paint her portrait.
Not sure if it was the chill of the sea breeze or soone "ntioning" her behind her back, He Tiantian kept sneezing repeatedly.
Zhao Yongkang put down his paintbrush, took off the cardigan he was wearing, and gently draped it over He Tiantian’s shoulders, "Sitian, don’t catch a cold!"
There was no complaint about He Tiantian not listening to his earlier advice to not wear a sling dress out on deck, nor did he suggest she drink any hot water, just pure concern and practical action.
Tiantian:...
Indeed, such a considerate and good husband.
Actually, life is full of good n, but when they show concern for their wives, they always can’t help but nag a little.
But won are emotional and sotis willful; they hope to receive their husband’s ticulous care and unconditional, limitless support.
Not criticism about a past mistake while being caring.
Zhao Yongkang was like the perfect good husband who cares for and cherishes his wife, even knowing well that she might be wrong at tis, he never complains or even points fingers.
He simply never touches on his wife’s mistakes or imperfections, but instead is all about tolerance and care.
The good and gentle Mr. Right, kind, tender, and understanding of all manner of romance.
No wonder He Sitian, a rich and beauty, is so enchanted by him, willing to spend money to take care of her mother-in-law and cheap nieces.
Thinking of the niece, He Tiantian’s eyes sparkled, "The air really is wonderful at sea; I should have brought Muxue along for fun."
Zhao Yongkang blinked, then imdiately smiled and said, "There’s no rush; there will be chances in the future! She’s in her second year of high school now, and although it’s not the crucial year, she still needs to focus on her studies."
"Let’s all go out together once she gets into college!"
From his tone and expression, it wasn’t hard to see that Zhao Yongkang understood and supported his niece moving to the school dorms.
Without any wild guesses or doubts that it was "He Sitian" the aunt who had done sothing to force the child to go live in the dorms!
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