I'm dressed up as a fake young master, and the real young master is frantically begging me to s

"I did not break down in the face of my wife's death."

Because we have a son who is less than a month old and needs to be taken care of.

However, I became increasingly strange and silent.

Hearing this, Zhou Shijin finally understood why the relationship between him and his daughter was so tense.

He hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Then, does Sister Tangtang know about that?"

Upon hearing this, a complex expression flashed in Ji Wuchang's eyes, but in the end, a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Ha~~ She doesn't deserve to know the cause of her mother's death."

I even had the thought countless times that she, the culprit, should be buried with her.

But when I thought that they were the only memories my wife left me, I simply suppressed all my resentment deep inside.

At this point, Ji Wuchang picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank half a glass of baijiu in one gulp.

"But from that day on, I didn't allow her to celebrate her birthday, nor did I allow her to like anything that girls like."

Even though she consistently ranked first in her exams afterward, I never praised her once.

Even though she managed the group perfectly, I simply chose to observe from the sidelines.

I even showered all my affection on that rebellious son, Jiahao, knowing full well it would spoil him rotten.

Upon hearing this, the entire restaurant fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Shijin's feelings were very complicated. On one hand, he felt sorry for Ji Yutang's situation, and on the other hand, he felt very sorry for his godfather's plight.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, "Godfather, you must have had a tough time these past few years, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuchang was visibly taken aback.

For so many years, since his wife left, no one has cared about him.

Whether it was that rebellious son or that rebellious daughter, no one ever asked themselves if they were tired.

But now, Zhou Shijin's simple words have touched the softest corner of his heart.

Ji Wuchang's eyes reddened again, but he pretended to be strong:

"Isn't this all there is to a man's life?"

Whether you're tired or suffering, you have to bear it all yourself.

Others only care how high you fly, not how you live.

Zhou Shijin shook his head in disapproval: "Godfather, we men are men too."

If you're tired, you need to rest; if you feel bitter, you should speak up; if all else fails, you can have a good cry.

This isn't about seeking the same outcome; it's about venting all the pent-up frustration in my heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"I can tell, Godfather, you actually care about Sister Tangtang quite a bit, you just don't know why..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Wuchang slammed his hand on the table.

"Bullshit, why would I care about that rebellious daughter? Even if she died in front of me, I wouldn't blink an eye."

Zhou Shijin didn't rush to refute, but instead sighed.

"Sigh~~~ Godfather! What era are we living in? You're still using that old trick of being all talk and no action?"

Let me tell you, nobody can understand you.

In today's society, you, as a father, are a classic example of failure!

Ji Wuchang was just moved to tears by Zhou Shijin, but now he was being lectured by this unfilial son.

That feeling is like someone giving you a piece of candy, only to suddenly slap you across the face the next moment.

He hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes widened instantly:

"You bastard, how dare you talk to me like that? Where did I fail?"

Zhou Shijin remained silent, simply staring calmly at the other person.

He learned this trick from his older brother.

Sure enough, Ji Wuchang felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Just as he was about to say something, Zhou Shijin spoke up first.

"Godfather, you're so stubborn, I'll just say a little bit."

If you really want revenge, or even resentment, you can tell Sister Tangtang the truth about what happened back then.

This would directly destroy her will, and given her personality, she certainly wouldn't have survived until now.

But why didn't you do that?

"I, I..." Ji Wuchang wanted to explain, but didn't know how to start.

Seeing this, Zhou Shijin sighed again.

"Godfather, there's really no way to determine who was right and who was wrong about what happened back then."

If you have to blame someone, you can only blame God for making a mess of things; fate is just playing tricks on people.

If her godmother is watching from heaven, she would surely wish for her child to live a healthy and happy life.

A mother's love is great. If she could see Tangtang in that state, her heart would ache so much.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuchang's expression immediately changed.

After that incident, he was filled with hatred.

He hated himself for not being able to protect his wife, and he also hated his daughter's willfulness for causing that accident.

However, he had nowhere to vent his frustrations.

He could only channel that resentment into harshness and indifference towards his daughter.

In the midst of this emotion, he overlooked the most important point.

A daughter is also a precious treasure that a wife cherishes dearly!

What have I actually done all these years?

If my wife is watching from heaven and sees my indifference towards our daughter, will she hate me, resent me, and curse me?

Just then, Zhou Shijin's voice rang out again.

"Godfather, I understand the knot in your heart."

But twenty years have passed, and this matter should have been put behind us long ago.

My godmother is gone, but those who are alive must always look forward.

Do you truly resent Tangtang for treating her with indifference?

No, in my opinion, you're just running away.

You are punishing yourself with a cruel twist of fate, and tormenting those closest to you as well!

Zhou Shijin's words completely shattered Ji Wuchang's last line of defense.

Was I wrong?

Meeting his godfather's complex expression, Zhou Shijin's eyes remained calm as still water.

"Whether it's right or wrong, my son has no right to comment."

However, only you can unlock the shackles in your heart.

If you keep stubbornly clinging to this idea, no one can help you!

Ji Wuchang was stunned for a few seconds, then couldn't help but murmur, "Yes, no one can help me."

I was wrong, honey, I'm sorry, I was wrong...

As he spoke, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.

The next moment, Ji Wuchang suddenly burst into tears, just like a child, lying on the dining table.

Forehead......

Upon seeing this, Zhou Shijin was at a loss for what to do.

His original intention was to help Ji Yutang ease the tension between father and daughter, but he unconsciously began to imitate his older brother's way of speaking and started to persuade her.

To everyone's surprise, it actually made her godfather burst into tears.

How should he handle this situation? His older brother never taught him.

Without a second thought, Zhou Shijin hurriedly stood up and went to Ji Wuchang's side.

He patted the other man's back gently as he comforted him, "Godfather, it's okay, just have a good cry and you'll feel better."

The next moment, Ji Wuchang suddenly raised his head and hugged him tightly.

"My son, I was wrong!"

I'm so sorry to my deceased wife, so sorry to Jiahao, so sorry to Yutang, so sorry...

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

"Sigh~~" Zhou Shijin shook his head helplessly, hoisted his godfather onto his shoulder, and strode upstairs.

However, he didn't notice that two tear tracks were running down Ji Jiahao's cheek as he lay on the ground...