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Chapter 406 They're not a family

When Jiang Zhouzhou was a child, she also fantasized about being taken to a big villa by her father, but later she had to accept reality.

I remember one winter vacation, she secretly called her father and asked, "Dad, are you coming home for Chinese New Year this year?"

The man on the other end of the phone seemed drunk, slurring, "Go home, I have to go home for the New Year."

On New Year's Eve, she helped her grandmother put up the couplets early in the morning and sat on the doorstep wearing a clean cotton-padded jacket.

A cold wind, carrying fine snowflakes, blew against her face. She hunched her shoulders and quickly peeked out when she heard a car.

Firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and every household is filled with joy.

The Spring Festival Gala has finished airing, and Grandma is already asleep in bed. There are melon seeds and candies on the eight-immortal table, and the incense in the incense burner has burned out...

At that moment, Jiang Zhouzhou finally understood that the home her father was talking about was another home, a home without her.

After the doorbell rang, the slightly imposing man in my memory hurriedly came out.

"Zhouzhou, you've finally arrived! Come on in!"

The man in his forties is very well-maintained. The campus heartthrob from his youth is still a handsome uncle even in middle age, only his hairline has receded a bit.

Jiang Zhouzhou nodded distantly to him, her gaze lingering on the man's hairline.

She looks more like her father, and I wondered: when she gets old, will she suffer from hair loss?

Seeing her wandering expression, the man assumed she was worried about her grandmother's health and said to her, "Your grandmother is sitting on the sofa in the living room. She's been waiting since this morning, knowing you were coming."

He came over and offered to help her with her suitcase. "It's cold outside. You must be tired from your journey. Come on in!"

Jiang Zhouzhou shifted her body, avoiding his approach: "I can do it myself."

Seeing her distant attitude, Jiang Tao's eyes dimmed, and then he let out a long sigh.

Jiang Zhouzhou followed behind him and finally stepped into the villa, but she didn't feel anything special.

Entered the house.

Her gaze immediately fell on the sofa.

After several years, the little old lady who always had a stern face is now terribly old, her body so thin that only a thin layer of skin covers her bones.

Jiang Zhouzhou felt a lump in her throat and softly called out, "Grandma."

The old lady tried to stand up shakily, and Jiang Zhouzhou quickly stepped forward to support her.

The old lady received a light tap on the back of her hand, and her hoarse voice choked with emotion: "You heartless little girl, you haven't contacted the family for so many years, leaving me to worry about you every day."

The corners of her wrinkled eyes gradually moistened, and a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

Jiang Zhouzhou opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back down.

Jiang Tao, who was standing to the side, wiped his eyes and said to the old lady, "Mom, don't blame Zhouzhou. This child has finally come back. The past is the past. Our family reunion is more important than anything else."

The old lady patted Jiang Zhouzhou's hand again and murmured, "Yes, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Listening to the two men's sentimental words, the soreness in Jiang Zhouzhou's eyes faded, and she became indifferent.

"Mr. Jiang is mistaken, we are not family."

The atmosphere around her changed instantly as soon as she finished speaking.

"Grandma may not have a good memory, but I think Mr. Jiang must remember very clearly that you were afraid that I would be related to you, so you were in a hurry to sever ties with me when I had just come of age."

"How come we're suddenly family now?"

Jiang Tao looked at his daughter, who had grown into a young woman. From the moment she entered the room until now, she had maintained a cold and distant expression on her face.

I couldn't help but think of what she looked like when she was a child.

Since marrying a wealthy wife, he rarely returns to his rural hometown.

When he occasionally came back, his daughter, with whom he wasn't very close, would always stare at him with timid yet curious eyes.

His daughter is beautiful and lovely, inheriting all the best qualities from him and his ex-wife.

My heart softened, and I wanted to take something out of my pocket to give her, but I ended up pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Zhouzhou, Dad forgot to bring you a gift this time, but I'll definitely bring you one next time."

Her clear, black-and-white eyes lit up, and she said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Dad."

But now...

She called him: Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Tao sighed: "It's Dad who's sorry to you, so it's understandable that you blame me."

Seeing this, the grandmother tried to smooth things over, saying, "Blood ties can't really be severed. Your father has been feeling very guilty all these years, regretting that he didn't treat you well. Now that he knows he was wrong, you shouldn't hold a grudge."

Jiang Zhouzhou smiled at her and said, "Grandma, I'm not a child anymore. I'm not as easily fooled as I was when I was little."

Perhaps she should be more sensible and go along with this terminally ill old man, pretending to be confused and letting go of everything.

But now, she doesn't want to compromise herself.

The old lady was just sick, not senile. After understanding what Jiang Zhouzhou meant, she held her hand but hesitated to speak.

"Sigh, I don't have much time left. My biggest worry is you. I really hope you and your father can mend your relationship. When I'm gone... at least you'll have a family member to support you. Only then can I die in peace."

Jiang Tao spoke up at the right moment: "Mom, don't worry. Even if Zhouzhou doesn't recognize me as her father, I will definitely take good care of her, and she will definitely have half of the Jiang family's assets."

Hearing these sanctimonious words, a faint mockery flashed in Jiang Zhouzhou's eyes.

But when he looked at the old lady, his eyes were filled with melancholy.

Even though Grandma was seriously ill, she was still making plans for her own son on her deathbed.

She had never experienced the affection between a father and daughter, yet now this affection was being used to blackmail her.

"Yes, since Mr. Jiang said he would take good care of me even if I didn't acknowledge him, then Grandma can rest assured!"

Help the old lady to sit down.

The old lady was about to say something, but was interrupted by another voice.

"Dad, when I came back, I saw a Rolls-Royce drive out of here."