The President's Strong Wife

Chapter 132

Reaching out her hand, Ji Wenling wiped away tears for her father, "Dad, I'm fine. Don't cry."

Ji Zhongming struggled to say something, but he just let out a choked up sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

Holding Ji Zhongming's hand tightly, Ji Wenling wanted to say a lot, "Dad, do you know? When I was a child, I wanted to just hold your hand like this, let you play with me, play games with me, and even...go to participate in even one parent meeting. Yes, because I really want to tell people all over the world that you are my father and I have a father. However, the servants will always be with me."

"After growing up, whenever you appeared in front of me as a father, you were pleading for mercy and protecting them. I don't know, and I'm at a loss as to what unforgivable mistake I made that made me You are so alienated and neglected, or am I really the humiliation of your life? I never believe that I am an illegitimate daughter, and I also firmly believe that as long as I do Huayu well, you will definitely look at me differently. "

"But I was really wrong. Even after the second brother did so many inhuman things to me, you can still disregard my life and death and cover up all his faults. I really doubted whether I was It's not your daughter, maybe I shouldn't destroy this blood relationship, but your attitude makes me believe that I am a child forgotten by my parents."

"Dad, can you tell me all this? In my 27 years of life, without you, I might have been incomplete, but I need an explanation, a word of comfort, and a reason to convince myself."

The heart knot between father and daughter for many years is very painful in Ji Wenling's narration, she is almost stuck in those memories, the time when she was not loved by her father, bullied, and forgotten.

Standing up, Ji Wenling walked to the window and continued, "Dad, do you know? One day I also imagined that if I became a mother, I would take good care of my child and would not treat me like you .” Ji Wenling said with a smile, but even tears came out.

"I will hold her little hand, watch her play, play, do everything she wants to do, give her the deepest and warmest love, and care for her to grow up happily all the way. But when one day, I really have a child , became a mother, only to find that I have neglected my duty."

Turning around, Ji Wenling saw his father crying again.

"When the child didn't recognize me as a mother, I lost her. If God really doomed the child to have no father, I would rather guard her like that for the rest of my life. If I could do it all over again, I would still choose this way. "In this situation, Ji Wenling couldn't ignore her father's condition, but she really wanted to know the whereabouts of the child from his father, even if it was a little clue.

"Woo...um..." Ji Zhongming's painful sobs were low and deep, like crying, like talking.

Following the direction of Ji Zhongming's finger, Ji Wenling found a piece of yellowed white paper in the drawer under the bed, on which was an address spelled in English.

"What is Dad going to tell me?" Ji Wenling held the piece of paper, a sudden hope filled his heart.

Because Ji Zhongming was still unable to speak normally, Ji Wenling could only watch his father's lips twitch, but couldn't hear what he wanted to say clearly.

She seemed to be flooded with disappointment from head to toe, impatient and lost.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear the pronunciation of the word child.

"Dad, what did you just say? Say it again, okay?" Ji Wenling moved closer to his father eagerly, hoping to be ignited again.

Ji Wenling didn't know how she got out of Ji's house. She was surprised, happy, worried, and even afraid.

Along the way, she drove the car and sped forward, only her father's words "the child... is... here."

Holding the piece of paper in his hand, Ji Wenling burst into tears, tears streaming down and rolling, without knowing how to stop.

Child, that is her child, she is distraught.

No one can know what kind of pain it is. Ji Wenling's heart-piercing crying is more like trying to drive out all the grievances and sadness from the bottom of his heart.

Cry, a woman's tears are not a weapon at this moment, but a catharsis, the strongest physical and mental breakthrough during ups and downs; not cowardice, but the most rare strength in adversity; not flinching, but the most precious attitude after suffering forward.

The suffering of life may be more than this, it tests people's will, spirit and fighting spirit; the pain of life is not limited to this time, you and I are just one of them, and the pain is nothing more.

Ji Wenling also questioned her countless times, but there are too many injustices in the world, just like her poor child.

(End of this chapter)