847: 623, how can you lower your head when you have once been lifted above the head by dad?
847: 623, how can you lower your head when you have once been lifted above the head by dad?
Wei Wei said nothing and sipped her juice quietly.
Suddenly, He Junru thought of a question someone had asked the night before.
“Although Guo Anle may not be greatly talented, his private life is clean, which is rare since he hardly has any romantic scandals.
He’s also considered decent among his peers of equal social standing; it’s not bad at all.
You don’t like him, so do you have someone else in mind?”
Her assessment was quite fair.
Hoping for Guo Anle to achieve greatness was unlikely; given his background, he didn’t seem to need to try hard—the Guo family’s wealth was sufficient for him to squander his entire life.
For many women, isn’t the most important thing in choosing a man that he is “reliable”?
With Guo Anle, at least, there was no need to worry about the usual issues with scions of noble families—the problems of affairs and mistresses staging coups.
Frankly, if one were to set aside all external factors, as a husband or a matrimonial match, Guo Anle was actually not a bad choice.
Even disregarding Guo Anle, He Junru was genuinely curious about her younger sister’s standards for choosing a partner.
Someone in mind.
Wei Wei was clear-headed, though she might appear aloof—she understood that from the moment of her birth, the matter of marriage was not hers to decide, which was why she had honestly never considered the issue.
Hearing He Junru’s question, she instinctively wanted to deny it, but as she was about to speak, the image of a clean-faced man suddenly flashed through her mind.
It was the man she had encountered twice not long ago.
Wei Wei’s tone paused.
Though she had only seen him briefly twice, for some reason, she felt a kindred spirit in that man, making her feel comfortable and unrestrained in his presence.
This feeling was something she had never experienced with her so-called family members.
“No.”
The word she had stopped mid-breath was still spoken, but her brief hesitation had been caught by the keenly observant He Junru.
“Love between men and women is only natural, and you’re at the age to be in a relationship.
Are you worried that your sister would talk about it everywhere?
Don’t worry; your sister has never been a gossip.”
He Junru joked.
There must be a demon behind abnormal events.
Perhaps the words were somewhat unpleasant to hear, but faced with her sister’s unexpected closeness for the first time, Wei Wei could not bring herself to open her heart completely.
Of course.
She hadn’t lied, either.
Wei Wei shook her head, “Sister, I really don’t have anyone I like.”
He Junru did not press further and gently said, “Don’t set your sights too high.
You’re still young now, but time flies quickly.
It feels like just yesterday I was at your age, but in the blink of an eye, I’m nearly forty.”
“I think you haven’t changed at all, sister.”
It wasn’t flattery; she looked the same as she did in her twenties.
He Junru touched the corners of her eyes, “I haven’t changed yet, but crow’s feet are about to appear.”
“I know of a skincare product; sister, if you want it, I could…”
He Junru shook her head, “I’m not used to using those things.”
Wei Wei fell silent.
He Junru looked at her, “Yi Hui, don’t waste your prime years.
When you meet the right person, you might as well give it a try.”
Wei Wei smiled and said succinctly, “Sister, I’m not you.”
Indeed.
As the most outstanding child in the family, her elder sister was the pride of the family, both externally and within the clan.
Given her accomplishments, she could completely break free from the family’s restraints.
Hence, without the pressure of family expectations, she could live as she pleased, and no one dared to criticise her for still being single.
But Wei Wei was different.
Unfair?
Perhaps she had thought so before.
But at this moment, Wei Wei realized her sister’s freedom was earned through her own efforts.
While she idled away her time, her sister was likely working without rest.
Ultimately.
She could only blame her own lack of ability; if she could be as excellent as her sister, a strong, independent woman, her mother wouldn’t use the word “responsibility” to pressure her.
There is no such thing in the world as receiving without giving.
Without the He surname, she seemed to be nothing at all.
He Junru, of course, understood the emotional undertone in her younger sister’s tone and said softly, “Everyone has their own path in life, Yi Hui; you don’t need to compare yourself with anyone else.
In our family, I’ve always felt that you are the most like me.
I truly hope you can be happy, not sacrificing yourself for the family like our fourth sister did.”
Sacrifice.
Wei Wei’s gaze suddenly shifted, her face showing a slight change.
As if oblivious to her own shocking choice of words, He Junru continued softly, “Do you know what our father used to say to me most often when he was around?”
Wei Wei referred to her parents as “Daddy” and “Mommy,” unlike He Junru.
Like traditional People of Shenzhou, she called them “Dad” and “Mom.”
Perhaps it was the differences in education.
Unlike He Yihui who graduated from the prestigious Stanford, He Junru never attended college.
That’s right.
As the most outstanding child of the He family, who had demonstrated exceptional talent in business, He Junru hadn’t even attended high school.
But not going to school didn’t mean she hadn’t read books.
On the contrary, He Junru had worked harder in this aspect than most people.
From birth, the second mother had arranged a systematic private education for her, with each subject being taught by dedicated top teachers.
Of course.
After stepping into the business world, He Junru had also attended business school for further education.
“What did Daddy say?”
“Guess?”
The usually assertive He Junru playfully blinked an eye, “You are Dad’s most beloved child; you should be able to guess his thoughts.”
Thinking of Daddy, a trace of a daughter’s nostalgia for her father finally showed on He Yihui’s face.
Perhaps the expectation was different.
The gambling king had no demands of her, having given her everything a father could give to his daughter.
He Yihui fell silent and shook her head.
He Junru didn’t press her, simply smiling softly, “Dad asked me to protect you all.”
He Yihui looked at her.
“Dad is a person who cares deeply about family ties; he hopes that we can live harmoniously as a family.
I think this has always been his greatest wish—he wants every one of us to have a good life.
This must have been the meaning of his lifelong efforts.
But it seems that we have disappointed him.”
Even though she was still on guard, He Yihui couldn’t help but feel her emotions stirring deep inside.
“…
Sis, you understand Daddy best.”
He Junru smiled and shook her head.
The sisters fell silent together, as if both were reminiscing about the times they shared with their father.
“Sis, what about the family business?”
He Yihui spoke, breaking the silence first.
“That’s not for you to worry about.”
He Junru said, “If you like An Le, I’ll wholly support your relationship with him.
Your fourth sister married someone she didn’t love, and you’ve seen how her life is now.
Everything can be compromised, but not feelings.”
He Yihui was silent.
He Junru looked at her and smiled, “How can you hang your head?
You were lifted above his head by Dad too.”
He Yihui was momentarily stunned, then a smile slowly formed on her lips.
“Sis, thank you.”
“We don’t need such formalities in a family.”
He Junru laughed, “I do know some outstanding young talents.
Tell me what you’re looking for, maybe I can introduce you to someone.”
“I have no requirements.”
“No requirements?”
He Junru was surprised.
“I believe in fate.”
He Yihui smiled.
He Junru also smiled, nodding her head, “Yes, everything is destined.”
She took a sip of lemon water and looked out over the lawn.
Holding the juice, He Yihui brought up fate, and the young face inadvertently came to mind again.
“Splash.”
The lush green grass before her eyes seemed to turn into rolling waves, and day turned into night.
“You can’t walk any further, Miss!”
They actually thought she was going to kill herself.
The corners of He Yihui’s mouth unconsciously curved upwards.
Taking advantage of the moment the other person went to buy alcohol, she left without saying goodbye.
But on the beach, she left a message.
Just didn’t know whether there was still fate to fulfill it.