My Alleged Husband-Chapter 1463 - 1257: The Joy of Hurt

For whom do clattering horses and weapons venture afar, amidst a city half buried in drifting sands, there’s still a part of our love remaining.

"Uncle, by now you should know that marriage is free, not like ancient times when parents dictated through matchmakers. So why does your daughter listen to you parents so much? It’s because, in her heart, she values you both more than anyone else, even more than she values me." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"You can’t guarantee that being with my daughter will bring her the happiness we hope for. Maybe what you want is just a substitute, and you can’t love my daughter like you love everyone else, can you? People celebrate you as a good kid. Your character, your appearance, and your family background all make people admire you, but we are poor common folk. We’re not like those children from rich families. We don’t have that much money, and my daughter isn’t a wealthy heiress. Everything she has, she earned through her own hard work. I can’t watch my daughter lose her lifetime of happiness because of you."

"Uncle, are you so sure she won’t find any happiness with me? I love her as much as any parent loves their child. In my heart, I consider her the most important person in my life—more important than my own life. For her, I’m willing to give up the whole world, even my life. I’ve sacrificed so much to love her, and she’s also made countless sacrifices to be with me. But in the end, because of your opposition, she must leave alone and wander afar. How lonely will your daughter be then? To be honest, I am deeply in love with your daughter. I consider her more important than anyone else, even more than my grandfather who raised me for over a decade. You know that all my achievements today are thanks to my grandfather, but for your daughter, I’d give up even my beloved grandfather. Is there anything more I need to prove?"

"No matter what you say, you two just can’t be together. Why are you so stubborn? Don’t you want to see the girl you love happy? Isn’t letting go a good thing for her? Don’t you know that letting go is also a form of love?"

Zhang Yichen really didn’t want to continue talking with Ran Zhihan’s father. With each word, he felt like he was suffocating.

"Uncle, let me be clear today: Even if I give up on her, she won’t ever be with anyone else in this lifetime. We had already promised each other for life. I believe your daughter’s heart has no room for any other man—any man is an insult to her. Only I am her Prince Charming, the only one worthy of your daughter. My grandfather spent a great deal of money to send your daughter to study abroad. Now that your daughter has returned, do you intend to act as if none of this happened? Perhaps you think your daughter is ungrateful for not putting her parents in her heart, but to me, she values you more than her own life. If she didn’t see you and your wife as so important, she wouldn’t have jumped in front of your wife to block the knife when my mother charged at her with a dagger. I don’t understand, Uncle and Aunt, why you still refuse to let me and your daughter be together. Is it simply because of a class difference, or is there another reason? I hope you can tell me the truth. Your daughter has already left here, so you can say whatever you want to me without worrying about saying it in front of your daughter. You may be reluctant to tell her certain things, but you can certainly say them to me, right? You oppose me being with your daughter; surely you owe me an explanation that can convince me to give up on her, don’t you? Why should I give up my love for your daughter based on just a few words from you? Does that make my love too cheap?"

"That’s right, I don’t want you with my daughter because of the strong class difference. You’re a wealthy playboy with many girlfriends and admirers. But my daughter is an ordinary girl. She doesn’t have the privilege of revelry at any time like the rich. She can’t beckon people at will like you can. She’s had to rely on her own efforts to climb up step by step. Every step is hard-won. But it’s different for you rich kids; all it takes is a few words and some money. Do you understand how hard my daughter’s life is?"

"Uncle, I disagree with you. Not all rich kids are playboys; not all indulge in debauchery. And as for your comment that the rich can make ghosts turn the mill with money—your daughter had to work hard for each step; every step is difficult. But isn’t that the same for the rich kids? I also have money, but my achievements are a result of my own efforts. Have you ever gone through severe training? Being hungry for days, alone in a dark valley, unable to see the moon, unable to leave, enduring torment akin to hell, facing the predatory gaze of tigers. Maybe to people like you, rich kids seem carefree because they have money. But who truly understands the struggles of the wealthy? Every step we take must be with utmost caution, because one wrong step and it’s all over—there’s no winning path left. But you can enjoy your daily life with joy, living happily and brightly, unlike us. Maybe, in your eyes, the class gap is too hard to overlook. But why? Is it because of your feudal mindset? It’s a free society now, not the Republic, not the old imperial era; everyone should have the right to a free marriage and love. When you deprive your daughter of this right, do you think it’s justified? Of course, your daughter won’t sue you because you’re her parents, but today, I’ve said all I can, and I’ll take my leave, hoping you both will consider carefully. Will you let your daughter never return, or will you take a chance with me and try to give her a lifetime of happiness..."

A city half buried in sand, blood and tears shed, when will our pain be forgotten, when will we no longer suffer so much?