Back home.

Old Zheng locked himself in the room, refusing to eat or drink.

My daughter came over and asked me what was wrong. I told her everything in detail.

"Great!" My daughter exclaimed, then quickly covered her mouth, glanced at her dad's room to make sure he didn't hear, and excitedly whispered to me.

"Mom, this is great. Dad's property will all be mine now."

"I can finally stop squeezing into this rundown house."

Seeing that I didn't respond, my daughter seemed to realize something, gently took my arm and coquettishly said,

"Mom, when we have money, we'll move to a big house together. I'll do nothing and just take you around the world to play."

I patted her head leaning on my shoulder, forcibly suppressing the sarcasm that was about to slip out.

Let her dream a little longer.

The more beautiful the dream,

the harsher the awakening.

Old Zheng stayed in the room for three full days.

I was anxious, only able to eat by mixing meat and vegetables.

My daughter stopped me, not letting me go in to persuade him.

"Mom, let Dad think it over by himself before coming out. It's a good break for me too."

"He's not eating or drinking, it's a good detox. I don't have to clean up after him, how nice."

It seemed taking care of her dad had worn her out.

On the fourth day.

Old Zheng came out of the room, and my daughter rushed up to hug him, crying while speaking.

"Dad, you've suffered all these years. Don't worry, I'll always be your daughter, and this place will always be your home."

Her performance was so touching.

Not just Old Zheng, I was almost moved by her too.

If she had pursued acting back then, winning an Oscar shouldn't have been a problem.

The first thing Zheng Kang did when he left the room was to file for divorce in court.

I accompanied him everywhere, gathering evidence, writing documents, conducting paternity tests, keeping busy.

Sometimes in places where wheelchairs couldn't go, I even carried him myself.

Zheng Kang asked me more than once if I was tired.

I always said I wasn't tired.

Joking, who would get tired serving the God of Wealth?

Due to sufficient evidence, Zheng Kang's divorce judgment came out quickly.

Bai Yunyan was at fault, and the son was confirmed not to be Zheng Kang's biological child, so both of them left with nothing, and she was ordered to return all the embezzled property immediately.

When we left the court, Zheng Kang seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

I patted his shoulder, he held my hand back, and spoke hoarsely to me.

He said, "Yuxiu, I've let you down all these years. I never expected that you would be the one by my side in the end."

I nodded slightly, offering some comforting words.

But inside, I was calm, without a ripple.

Calculating the time, his death day was not far off.

And the days of luxury and being surrounded by male models were also not far off for me.