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Jiang Ye lowered his head, looking at Han Qingru's flushed cheeks. He leaned down slightly, close to Han Qingru's ear, and whispered with a mischievous grin in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Sister Ru, look..."

"Even the waiter said that, that they think we're a match made in heaven."

Jiang Ye deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his tone carrying a hint of ambiguous probing.

"Why don't you just give in to me and become my wife?"

boom!

Han Qingru felt a buzzing in her head, and her face felt as if it were burning up.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

"You...you brat!"

Han Qingru was extremely embarrassed and angry. She suddenly raised her hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched Jiang Ye's firm chest hard.

"Are you making fun of your sister?!"

"You're getting bolder and bolder, aren't you?! You'll make any joke you want!"

Han Qingru glared fiercely at Jiang Ye, and to hide her panic, she quickly turned her head and shouted at the female shop assistant who was still smirking:

"What are you looking at! Wrap up all those you just tried on, and this set too! Swipe your card!"

Jiang Ye watched Han Qingru's retreating figure, touched his chest which was numb from being punched, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After buying clothes, Jiang Ye's hands were full of shopping bags of all sizes.

The two walked out of the men's clothing store, preparing to go downstairs.

However, when passing by the children's clothing section on the fourth floor...

Han Qingru suddenly stopped.

Her gaze fell upon a high-end children's clothing store next door, decorated like a fairytale castle.

In the shop window, a delicate pink princess dress is on display.

Han Qingru turned her head to look at Jiang Ye, her tone becoming serious.

"Let's go in and take a look."

"Buy some clothes for Xinyu."

Upon hearing the words "heart's whispers," Jiang Ye's smile vanished instantly.

His eyes turned somewhat cold, even carrying a hint of resistance.

"No."

"She doesn't lack clothes; the Shen family will buy them for her."

Han Qingru frowned, turned around, and glared at Jiang Ye.

"Jiang Ye, what kind of attitude is this?"

"Even if you and Shen Qinghan are divorced, even if you hate the Shen family no matter how much you hate them, Shen Xinyu still has your blood in her veins! She is your biological daughter, whom you carried for ten months and gave birth to!"

"You, as a father, won't even buy your own daughter a piece of clothing?"

Faced with Han Qingru's questioning, Jiang Ye took a deep breath.

A flicker of pain and self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Sis, it's not that I don't want to buy it."

"In her heart, I am not her father at all."

Jiang Ye pointed to his forehead. Although the wound had healed, the scar was still faintly visible.

"She called Zimo 'Dad,' and even picked up the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it hard on my head."

Jiang Ye gave a bitter laugh, his eyes vacant.

"Sis, do you think it's necessary for me to go through all this trouble?"

After listening to Jiang Ye's story.

Han Qingru was completely stunned.

She stared intently at the faint scar on Jiang Ye's forehead, her eyes instantly reddening.

A layer of mist quickly spread across her peach blossom eyes.

She never imagined that Jiang Ye would dare to treat even his own daughter so badly in the Shen family!

The crystal ashtray hit Jiang Ye on the head, but it felt like it had hit Han Qingru's heart, causing her so much pain that she could barely breathe.

She felt so sorry for Jiang Ye, so extremely sorry for him.

However, as an observer, she also saw things more clearly than Jiang Ye.

Han Qingru took a deep breath and tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes.

She stepped forward, reached out her gentle hand, and lightly touched the scar on Jiang Ye's forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Han Qingru's voice trembled slightly.

Jiang Ye shook his head: "It hasn't hurt for a long time."

"fool."

Han Qingru sighed and comforted her:

"Jiang Ye, I know you feel wronged and heartbroken."

"But think about it calmly. How old is Xinyu? What does she know?"

"She was a blank slate. Everything she said and did was taught to her by Shen Qinghan and that old woman from the Shen family!"

"Growing up in such a snobbish, indifferent, and distorted environment, surrounded by constant belittling and insults directed at you, how can you expect her to respect you?"

"Actually, Xinyu was already very pitiful in that environment. Her values ​​were being destroyed little by little by the Shen family."

"You are an adult, a father. You can't argue with a brainwashed little girl."

"Blood is thicker than water, that's an unchangeable fact. You can ignore Shen Qinghan, but you can't really abandon your daughter."

Listening to Han Qingru's reasonable, kind, and considerate words of comfort.

Jiang Ye was deeply moved.

He looked at the woman in front of him, whose eyes were slightly red, yet who was still trying her best to comfort him.

He truly felt Han Qingru's broad-mindedness and understanding.

Even though she was heartbroken by her own injury, she was still able to stand on a rational level and be tolerant and understanding of the little girl who had hurt him.

The hard ice in Jiang Ye's heart seemed to have been quietly melted by Han Qingru's words.

He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Jiang Ye let out a long breath and nodded.

"I understand, sis."

"Let's go in and take a look." Seeing that Jiang Ye had finally let go of his worries, Han Qingru's face showed a relieved smile again.

The two entered the children's clothing store.

This time, Han Qingru bought quite a lot.

She picked out a whole bunch of things: pink princess dresses, delicate little leather shoes, warm cashmere coats, and even cute little hair clips and accessories.

She picked up everything she thought was pretty and suitable for a little girl.

Before long, the shop assistants were carrying all sorts of beautifully packaged children's clothing gift boxes.

"That's about enough, sis. She won't be able to wear too many clothes anyway," Jiang Ye said, looking at the mountain of clothes.

"Little girls grow quickly, so it's always good to buy more to keep on hand."

Han Qingru clapped her hands in satisfaction and turned to the shop assistant, saying, "That's all for now, wrap them all up."

"Sir, the total is 186,500 yuan. Would you like to pay by card or scan the code?"

At the service counter, the cashier smiled and read out a number.

Just as Jiang Ye was about to take out his phone to pay, Han Qingru preemptively handed him a black Centurion credit card.

"Swipe the card." Han Qingru said calmly.

"Sis, I promised to treat you today, how can I let you pay?" Jiang Ye quickly stopped her.

"Alright, why are you being so polite with me?" Han Qingru rolled her eyes at him and signed the document directly on the POS machine.

After buying the clothes, it was already quite late.

Jiang Ye carried large and small bags and escorted Han Qingru to the VIP waiting room at Hanju International Airport.