People are just like that.
They understand many principles and know they should restrain themselves, but they still can't live a good life.
"I can choose not to recognize him now, but sometimes I still compare his efforts towards Qin Xue and me. Tell me, am I sick?" She felt she was terminally ill, not yearning for Qin ZhenGuo's fatherly love anymore, yet she wondered why he treated her so poorly.
It turned out that Qin ZhenGuo had always seen her as a competitor for benefits, not as a daughter.
If it had been five years earlier, she might have been willing to exchange those shares for genuine familial affection.
But now, there was no need.
"Is Qin ZhenGuo better than me?"
The man frowned and asked, utterly perplexed. With the father gone, he was gone. What was there to miss about that sanctimonious hypocrite? Surely this woman was blind to have fallen for Ji Chun back then.
"Where is there any comparison? Do you want to be my dad?"