What is he doing? Why isn’t he even checking his phone?
Could he be asleep already?
As she was thinking about this, the doorbell rang.
Ran Xiangsi put down her phone and glanced towards the door.
"It’s so late. Who could it be?" she muttered instinctively, then walked towards the door.
She opened the video doorbell, and with just one look, Ran Xiangsi froze.
"Xiangsi? It’s Dad." The familiar yet strange voice of a middle-aged man came through the intercom. To Ran Xiangsi, it brought neither joy nor surprise, only a strong sense of rejection.
This man had only appeared in her life before she turned four.
Since then, until she was now eighteen, fourteen years had passed without seeing him even once.
And now, he actually managed to find her here?
Ran Xiangsi let out a cold laugh, her delicate face full of indifference!
In the end, she still opened the door.
The three of them sat facing each other on the sofa.
Xiangsi didn’t even pour a glass of water for the two people in front of her, her expression exceedingly unpleasant.
After returning to the country, she found out about Ran Zhonghai’s whereabouts, knowing that he had married the woman by his side, Fang Biqin, just a month after she and her mother left.
Then they had a daughter, two years younger than Ran Xiangsi, named Ran Yingqian.
There aren’t many families with the surname Ran in A City, almost countable on one hand, and since Ran Xiangsi wanted to look up something, she just had to break into the A City population information website.
She could quietly extract the files from it, and nobody would ever know.
For four years, Ran Xiangsi hadn’t gone back to look for her father, and her father never thought to look for her either.
Tonight, what wind blew them here?
Ran Xiangsi’s silent and unfriendly demeanor made the atmosphere increasingly eerie.
Finally, it was Ran Zhonghai who, since entering, couldn’t take his eyes off Ran Xiangsi’s face.
When they parted ways, Xiangsi was just a four-year-old child. Now, over a decade later, she had grown into a graceful young lady.
If he hadn’t seen Xiangsi’s photo beforehand, confirming she looked exactly like her mother, he wouldn’t have dared to come and reconnect.
After more than ten years, their former intimacy had long since disappeared. Even Ran Zhonghai felt like a stranger.
He first looked around the room before speaking, "Xiangsi, you’re back in the country, why didn’t you come to find Dad? Are you living here alone? Do you want to move back to live with Dad?"
Hearing this, Ran Xiangsi raised her eyebrows.
After more than ten years of ignoring her, he now cared about where she lived. Wasn’t it a bit late?
"What do you want? If there’s nothing else, please leave." Ran Xiangsi spoke, but it was a request for them to leave.
Her small temple couldn’t accommodate them.
Once she finished speaking, Ran Zhonghai immediately exchanged a glance with Fang Biqin.
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She took the initiative to sit next to Ran Xiangsi, her tone instantly becoming fawning, "Xiangsi, you see, you haven’t seen your dad for so many years. Are you feeling distant? That’s okay, you’ll get familiar in a few days. After all, blood is thicker than water. Besides, a young girl living alone is not convenient, and neighbors will gossip. Why not move back and live with us?"
"Yes, Xiangsi, Dad came specifically to pick you up."