Chapter 035: When the Dao is high by one foot, the devil is high by ten feet

Jiang Shuyao couldn't make head nor tail of it, slowly retracting her gaze as she folded the Xuan paper neatly and tucked it into her notebook before putting it away. As her eyes wandered, she caught sight of a brand-new book on architecture placed next to the pen holder.

Every time Father returned from a business trip, come rain or shine, he would buy her a book and inscribe a personal message on the first page.

Opening the cover, the inscription on this time's title page read,

"To inherit comes from flesh and blood, but my expectation for Yaoyao is that it starts from the heart."

After reading this, Jiang Shuyao savored the words for a moment and then laughed helplessly.

Father's expectations of her were unlike Mother's—direct and passionate. His were gentle and tolerant, like a spring breeze and soft rain that seemingly nurtured but was in fact a silent killer.