Father and Daughter Meet

"Everyone, this business investment is going to be crucial! Every step we take from now on will determine whether our company can break into a larger market platform."

At this moment, Li Jing was holding an urgent meeting in his conference room, and the executives seated around the table nodded in agreement. If the company's future looked brighter, their salaries and benefits would also increase—who would complain about more money?

"So last night, I personally drafted a plan. Let me now..."

Just as Li Jing was about to present his ideas, the door to the office suddenly knocked.

"Who is it?"

Li Jing frowned and shouted impatiently. No one wanted to be interrupted at such a critical moment.

"Sir, it's me, Ah Fu."

"Ah Fu?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jing immediately understood that Ah Fu had urgent news about Li Mucheng to share; otherwise, he wouldn’t have interrupted at such an important time.

"My apologies, everyone, but I have something even more important to attend to. My secretary will now present the plan."

Li Jing quickly briefed his male secretary on the key points of the plan and then stood up to leave the conference room.

As soon as Li Jing stepped out, he saw Ah Fu standing there, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

"Ah Fu, what’s wrong?"

"Sir... Sir! The young lady... the young lady..."

"Mucheng? What’s happened to Mucheng? Speak quickly!"

Li Jing, a renowned entrepreneur in Shu City, rarely lost his composure in public. But now, he gripped Ah Fu’s shoulders tightly, his emotions surging. His mind raced with scenarios of something terrible happening to Li Mucheng, and he felt as though he had lost his soul.

Vaguely, he remembered the words his wife had left for him before she passed away from illness.

"My dear, after I’m gone, you must take good care of Mucheng. I believe she will one day understand your actions. I know you love me, and I don’t blame you for not visiting me. We made a promise to give Mucheng a good life."

Since that day, Li Jing had thrown himself into his work, determined to provide Li Mucheng with a carefree life. But in doing so, he had neglected his role as a father, failing to be there for his daughter. As a result, Li Mucheng had never shown him a kind expression since her mother’s death, even blaming him for her mother’s passing.

"Sir... let me finish!"

Ah Fu, supporting the weakened Li Jing, quickly caught his breath and continued.

"What I meant to say is that the young lady has come to see you."

"My daughter... what?"

Li Jing, who had been heartbroken moments ago, was stunned by Ah Fu’s words.

"The young lady is here at the company."

"......"

Li Jing’s face instantly stiffened. It seemed Li Mucheng’s ability to switch expressions had been somewhat inherited from him.

"Ah Fu, if you don’t finish your sentences properly next time, you’ll be cleaning the company toilets for a month."

"Sir, I’m innocent..."

"By the way, where is Mucheng..."

"I’m right here."

A cold, piercing voice came from behind Li Jing. When he turned around, he saw Li Mucheng standing not far away, her arms crossed as she gazed at him.

"Mucheng? You... you’re here."

Li Jing was at a loss for words upon seeing his daughter. He had tried to explain everything to her before, but whenever he approached her, she refused to listen.

"Yes... Father."

Father!

Hearing his daughter address him this way nearly brought tears to Li Jing’s eyes. The last time Li Mucheng had called him so affectionately was when her mother was still alive. Today was the first time in so long that he had heard her use that term.

"Mucheng... you’ve come."

"Yes..."

Li Mucheng also didn’t know how to face her father. She wasn’t sure why, after hearing Ye Feng’s words, she had decided to come and see him. Was this also part of the change?

Li Jing, visibly uneasy, didn’t know how to communicate with his daughter. But in an effort to mend their relationship, he took the initiative to speak. "How’s your health been lately?"

"......"

Li Mucheng knew Li Jing was referring to her recent hospitalization, but she didn’t know how to respond. In the end, she simply nodded faintly.

"As long as you’re healthy, that’s good. Has that guy finished his classes?"

"His name is Ye Feng."

Li Mucheng’s brows furrowed when she heard Li Jing refer to Ye Feng as "that guy." The atmosphere, which had just begun to ease, tensed up again.

"His name is Ye Feng! He’s my teacher! Please address him by his name!"

Li Mucheng’s eyes carried a hint of anger, as if Ye Feng had become a sensitive topic for her.

"My apologies, I misspoke. Ye Feng... Ye Feng..."

Li Jing was surprised by how important Ye Feng seemed to be in Li Mucheng’s heart and quickly corrected himself.

"How’s Ye Feng’s teaching?"

"Well..."

Li Mucheng seemed to recall something, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she nodded.

This reaction thrilled Li Jing. His daughter was smiling in front of him! This was definitely a breakthrough.

It seemed he hadn’t misjudged Ye Feng, though he couldn’t help but feel that his daughter’s attitude toward Ye Feng was a little too favorable.

As their conversation continued, Li Jing noticed that whenever the topic shifted to Ye Feng, Li Mucheng would become lively and talkative. But when it came to other everyday matters, she remained mostly silent.

......

It seemed Ye Feng truly was the key to repairing his relationship with his daughter, though it appeared his daughter might be developing feelings for him...

"Father, I’ll take my leave now. I need to prepare for my teacher’s class tomorrow."

"Alright... alright..."

With a final farewell, Li Mucheng left the company. Li Jing watched her retreating figure, a rare smile appearing on his face.

Finally... finally, there was progress with his daughter. If things continued like this, he might one day be able to apologize and explain the truth to her. But this process would inevitably require a bridge—Ye Feng.

"Mr. Li, should we reconvene the meeting now?"

"Not yet. I have something more important to do."

Li Jing waved his hand and headed toward his office, already formulating a new plan in his mind.

"Ah Fu, come in."

"Yes, sir."

Ah Fu entered the room, having been tasked with reporting the day’s events, while Li Jing’s personal bodyguard escorted Li Mucheng home.

"Tell me what happened today between Ye Feng and Mucheng."

"Certainly..."

Ah Fu eventually recounted the events of the day...

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