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Jiang Nansun was beaten again.

After getting what he wanted, Liang Pengfei chatted and laughed with his mother for a while until Grandma Jiang rested, then he quietly went downstairs.

Seeing that everyone in the dining room and living room had left, only her daughter Jiang Nansun had just walked in from outside. She frowned and asked, "Nansun, have Xiao Han and Suosuo left? Why didn't they wait for me to come down?"

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Nansun glanced at her father and replied irritably, "Now that you and Grandma are gone, how can Suosuo and Teacher Han stay any longer!"

Jiang Pengfei knew he had been somewhat impolite today, so he didn't argue. Instead, he frowned and said, "Then let's invite you separately next time."

But why did Zhang Anren leave too? I still had something to say to him.

"Oh, Zhang Anren was originally going to wait for you to come down," Jiang Nansun said, glancing at his watch. "However, I felt it was getting late, and Sanlin is so far from here, so I let him go first!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Pengfei took a deep breath, glanced around the living room, dining room, and kitchen again, and frowned as he asked, "Nan Sun, where did your mother go?"

"Mom said she's playing mahjong with someone and will be back before midnight, so we don't need to wait for her!" Jiang Nansun said, then prepared to go upstairs.

"Going out to play cards again? Is this any kind of home?" Jiang Pengfei complained to his wife as he sat on the sofa. "Going out so late, all you do is play cards and dance. You don't care about anything at home. I've really spoiled you and our daughter!"

Jiang Nansun didn't think her mother had done anything wrong, although she had some feelings about what Han Tao had said before.

But when she heard her father criticizing her mother, she retorted without thinking, "What can Mom do at home? The housekeeper and Aunt Jia take care of cooking and housework. You just sit there all day holding your phone, thinking only about stocks, and you don't pay any attention to her."

Can't she find something she's interested in doing? Should she just stay at home and watch your and Grandma's expressions?

She has no freedom of her own anymore; what's the difference between that and being in jail?

"Jiang Nansun, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

Jiang Pengfei stood up, looked at his daughter, gritted his teeth, and said, "Tell me, when have I ever given your mother a hard time?"

What does she do every day? She plays cards, dances, and buys jewelry. Is that what you call a lack of freedom? You call that imprisonment?

I think you've been blinded by so-called love, bewitched by Zhang Anren, and lack even the most basic judgment.

Is that right?

In your eyes, this home is a constraint, devoid of any warmth, isn't it? Isn't your confident and poised demeanor a product of this family's upbringing?

Jiang Nansun remained unyielding, staring intently at her father, "Dad, you've become unreasonable."

Why do you always drag Zhang Anren into everything? What has he done wrong that makes you look down on him so much?

You always say you love me and that you're doing this for my own good, so why can't you respect my choices?

Can't you look at this matter between me and Zhang Anren objectively?

In your eyes, does only a rich person, a so-called elite, deserve your daughter?

Do you really want to find a suitable son-in-law to make your daughter happy, or do you just want to find an ATM?

"Jiang Nansun, what did you say?" Jiang Pengfei was really angry with his daughter. He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and his tone became a bit harsh: "I don't object to you finding a boyfriend, but you have to find someone who is your equal. It's not that I look down on Zhang Anren, it's that he is not good enough for you at all!"

It's not that I look down on him for not having money, but rather that I dislike his timid, irresponsible, and utterly pathetic appearance.

I don't know what you like about him. This isn't love anymore; you've been blinded by so-called love, you know?

You're being incredibly stupid right now!

These words agitated Jiang Nansun, who retorted to her father Jiang Pengfei without any politeness: "I just like Zhang Anren, and I don't like those elite people you're talking about who are well-matched with me."

If you insist on disagreeing, if you insist on liking some elite people, then go ahead and live with them. I'd rather be foolish, even if it means being foolish for the rest of my life!

She's completely reckless now. Having never experienced the harsh realities of society, she doesn't know the cruelty and hardship of life, nor can she appreciate her parents' concern for her.

Although she was twenty-four or twenty-five years old, Jiang Nansun's mentality was no different from that of a teenage girl.

She still harbors longing and expectations for love, otherwise she wouldn't have felt disappointed so many times yet still couldn't let go.

"Slap!" Jiang Pengfei was furious with his daughter's words. Although he was obsessed with stocks, he genuinely wanted the best for his daughter.

As a result, his daughter not only didn't understand, but also misunderstood him, so in anger, he couldn't help but slap her again, but he regretted it as soon as he did.

Jiang Nansun was stunned. Her father had never hit her before, not even a harsh word. But recently, her father had completely changed. This was the second time he had hit her.

"Your slap woke me up and made me finally understand that in your heart, I will always be your appendage, and my choices must meet your standards."

She covered her face as she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.

Finally, she took a deep breath, her voice trembling but unusually clear: "Mom goes out to play cards and dance. It's not that she doesn't consider this place her home, it's that this home suffocates her."

You stare at candlestick charts every day, but how long has it been since you went shopping or went out for a walk with her?

Grandma clings to the old rules of the Jiang family, while you cling to the fantasy of getting rich quick. This house is long gone, just a shiny shell left.

"Me, you—"

"————" Jiang Pengfei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

Jiang Nansun lowered her hand from her face and turned to walk upstairs. But after taking two steps, she suddenly remembered what Han Tao had said earlier, so she paused again, but didn't turn around: "Dad, if you really love me, try to understand the life I want. Instead of using your standards to plan everything for me."

Jiang Pengfei was left alone in the living room. He slumped back onto the sofa, took out his phone, and opened the stock trading app. The red and green numbers on the screen were flashing, but he couldn't concentrate on them.

He slammed his phone onto the sofa, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, then went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle from the cupboard.

Liquor.

Unscrew the bottle cap, the spicy liquid went down my throat, and a burning sensation spread from my stomach to my eyes: "How could I not know? But it's too late to turn back now—"

He recalled that three months ago, his old classmate, who claimed to have "insider information," patted his chest and guaranteed that this stock was a sure thing, even mortgaging his property certificate.

The stock price has now plummeted by 70%, and the calls from banks demanding loan repayments are becoming more urgent every day, with the financial hole snowballing larger and larger.

"Let's take one last gamble—" Jiang Pengfei took another swig of wine and murmured these words repeatedly.

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