"..." Ruan Tianling, "Did you make it for father-in-law?"

"Yeah, why?"

Ruan Tianling said gloomily, "I’ve been having a poor appetite lately, I thought you made it for me."

"Not feeling well? Let’s have the doctor take a look later."

Ruan Tianling: "..."

Ansel threw Ruan Tianling a ’you can’t do it, watch me’ look.

"Mommy, I want to eat your braised ribs."

Jian Yufei pointed at the ribs on the table, "Aren’t there ribs here?"

"But they’re not made by you."

Jian Yufei picked a rib and threw it into his bowl, "Children shouldn’t be picky eaters."

"..." Isn’t he just being picky?!

"Let’s all eat." Jian Yufei had no intention of dealing with them and continued to eat, focused.

She ate quickly; after finishing a bowl, she was about to leave.

"Mommy, where are you going?" Ansel asked hurriedly.

Jian Yufei said, "The doctor said to read fine literature to purify your grandpa’s mind every day. I’m going to find a few books to have someone read to him."

After speaking, she walked away hastily.

Ansel and Ruan Tianling looked at each other speechlessly.

Ruan Tianling expressionless: "Let’s eat."

"Oh."

The father and son picked up chopsticks to eat, only to find that Junqi had already eaten most of the dishes.

See, don’t be picky about food...

...

Jian Yufei naturally didn’t dare to appear in front of Xiao Zexin.

But it didn’t stop her from doing things for her father.

Picking up a poetry collection, Jian Yufei went to her mother’s room.

She wanted her mother to read poetry to her father, recording it with a voice recorder, and then play it for him.

This way she could avoid direct contact with him.

Nangong Ruyue readily agreed.

Jian Yufei took out a CD and played "Mark of the Rain" in the room.

Nangong Ruyue leaned against the sofa, poetry collection in hand, slowly reading aloud.

"When you’re old, with white hair, drowsy..."

Jian Yufei listened quietly to her mother reciting, not daring to interrupt.

Regarding her father’s matters, her mother didn’t speak much. But she knew her mother’s concern was as much as anyone else’s.

This could clearly be felt just by hearing her recite poetry.

The completed audio recorder was sent to Xiao Zexin’s room.

Jian Yufei didn’t know if her father would listen or what he would feel after listening.

She only knew that she would not do any less in the efforts that should be made.

...

So every day, Jian Yufei was busy recording for her mother, cooking for her father, washing clothes, and playing piano.

At night, she was busy studying.

Her schedule was packed; Ruan Tianling could only have her when they went to sleep at night.

But she was too tired during the day; once she lay down at night, she only wanted to sleep.

He wanted to spend more time with her but couldn’t bring himself to do anything.

After a few days, Ruan Tianling couldn’t help but complain.

"You can leave those things to the servants, you don’t need to do everything yourself."

Jian Yufei yawned and adjusted herself into a comfortable sleeping position.

"Dad is resistant to mom and me, so these things can’t be handed over to others, it has to be done by us. If everything is given to others, he will keep resisting us."

"Father-in-law resists you because you are easy to hurt. He resists everyone."

Really?

Jian Yufei wondered if it was just her illusion.

She felt that her father actually resisted her and her mother the most.

Clearly, they were the most important people in his heart.

But he resisted them the most...

Is it possible that because they were too important, he was too afraid of hurting them?