LWBMCFD: Chapter 2

Jiang Junxun refused to stay out of Lin Xihe’s life, so she left that place and returned to Yangcheng.

In Yangcheng, the Lin family is also a respectable family. But, as the eldest daughter of the Lin family, Lin Xihe very rarely appeared in the public’s eye.

Since attending college, she seldom returned to Yangcheng.

So, to this day, only a few people of Yangcheng’s upper class have met her.

When she returned to Yangcheng this time, Lin Xihe didn’t plan on staying a long time.

‘But in any case, since I am back, I have to go see my father.’

Previously, Lin Xihe did her best to make her father, Lin Zhiyuan, happy by taking care of him. The filial piety between the two had been enough to cause envy in other people.

It’s just that things have changed over the years.

“Dad, have you been well?”

Seeing that her father’s temples already have a few strands of white, Lin Xihe’s throat became somewhat constricted.

“If you’re staying at home properly, dad feels better than anything.”

“-But, now that you’re back this time, then don’t run around anymore. It’s difficult for my mind to be at ease, knowing you’re out there all alone.”

Lin Zhiyuan doesn’t blame his daughter, he just doesn’t understand at what time Lin Xihe started to change.

*She no longer rembles the girl that used to indulge his wishes, she no longer laughs or even talks much.

(*TN: So, I didn’t know how to exactly translate what this sentence is saying..I’ll try my best to explain. 承欢, in this sense, means to cater to one’s parents in order to make them happy. The following characters: 膝下, seem to mean to express love for one’s parents? I didn’t know how to word it, so I tried my best.)

From dawn till’ dusk, her expressionless face, reserved words, and manners give people a sense of rejection.

Sometimes he would especially call her over to talk to her, but seeing her cold and indifferent appearance, his initially high-spirits were always quickly ruined.

“Dad, I can take care of myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

For Lin Xihe, this place is no longer her home; she was reluctant to come back.

“How could I not worry? You are my, Lin Zhiyuan’s, daughter!” 

Lin Xihe’s mind was slightly shaken, but she quickly regained her calm.

*”Sister, dad hasn’t been in good health recently. If you’re really filial, then don’t run around and make him worry-”

(*TN: It’s actually jiejie, so Lin Xihe is the older sister.)

“-He’s always so worried about you. He can’t eat even well or sleep well, his body has become so thin and haggard.”

Lin Xichen, her half-sister, responded.

As if she hadn’t heard her, Lin Xihe still said to Lin Zhiyuan: “Dad, I have arms and legs, and I can take care of myself. “

“You really don’t have to worry about me.”

“Lin Xihe, you—”

Lin Xichen, whose legs were disabled, immediately changed her expression, and tears soon fell. “Dad, look at sister, she-”

“It’s all right, Xihe meant nothing by it.”

“Xihe, since your back, take some time to go visit your Uncle Pei, he really hasn’t been feeling well recently.”

“Okay dad, I understand.”

Granted that even if Lin Xihe wasn’t in Yancheng, with the fierce ongoing battle within the Pei family, it’s not that surprising that uncle’s health isn’t good.

……..

The next day, Lin Xihe bought a gift to go see Pei Yi.

“After coming back this time, you won’t leave again, right?”

Pei Yi, who has watched Lin Xihe grow up, is extremely fond of the girl. So much so, that he intends to let her become the daughter-in-law of his Pei family.

“My work over there is important, so…”

“Girls shouldn’t be too worried about work, it’s better to get married and have children earlier. “

The more Pei looked at her, the more satisfied he was with her appearance and personality, also her temper was very calm.

Lin Xihe smiled slightly, not saying a word.

She knows that at the age of 27, she has already joined the ranks of older, “leftover women”.

It was at this time, that the sound of a car’s engine came from out the courtyard.

Soon, a tall and straight silhouette walked into the living room. Looking only at the figure, one could feel a sense of loftiness and imposing manner.

“Dad.”