The Zhong Family has always felt their daughter owes absolutely nothing to the Zhang Family, claiming Zhang Yingxi’s situation was just accidental, though the Zhang Family insists Zhong Qiaohui brings bad luck.

If it turns out something happened to Zhong Qiaohui, wouldn’t the Zhong couple continue quarreling with the Zhang Family?

Mr. Zhong feels that, given the longstanding relationship between the two families, reaching this point today is truly inexplicable. He’s embarrassed to bring up the fact that Zhang Yingxi cheated his family out of their precious family heirloom.

Xiao Jianming vaguely picks up something in his words, comforting the old man, saying, "Marriage is destiny. Look at my daughters—they’ve made their own choices. Some married well, some did not. There was a time my daughter didn’t like her husband; now he’s the best."

"Indeed." Mr. Zhong sighed, "That’s what I thought too. But what happened afterward was too unexpected."

In response, Xiao Jianming seems a bit confused, saying, "You’ve been through it all, haven’t you? Money breeds trouble most of all."

"Eh?"

"I won’t talk about you. In the past, I thought I was indifferent to having so much money. But later, I realized that wasn’t true. If it weren’t for my daughter-in-law waking me up."

"You mean Gu Nuan, right?"

"Have you seen my daughter-in-law, old man?"

"Met her once. Made an excellent impression on me. Not at all—"

"Not at all—"

"Doesn’t someone say her background is disgraceful? I find her quite decent, a very proper woman." Mr. Zhong raises his brow, "Why is it you don’t appreciate her?"

Xiao Jianming immediately feels awkward: "Lost my mind at the time, perhaps. Didn’t blame her, just—wool comes from the sheep’s back."

Mr. Zhong understands: "You were angry your son wouldn’t listen to you, right? As for me, I think my granddaughter is too obedient to us elders."

Truly, every family has their own difficult story.

Outside the car window, the small rain suddenly starts again. The thin streaks of drizzle make one feel a chill in the heart.

Xiao Jianming furrows his brow.

With Mr. Zhong, they arrive at the house where his son and daughter-in-law live. From another approaching car, his two daughters step out.

"Dad!" Xiao Shuju calls.

Xiao Shuzhu smiles at her father through the night rain.

During the time when he lost contact with his fourth daughter, various anxieties plagued Xiao Jianming’s mind. But reflecting back to when Zhu Minxuan came and asked for his fourth daughter’s hand, the words were quite different compared to Lin Jiale and Kang Baojun.

Back then, Lin Jiale repeatedly emphasized how much he loved Xiao Shuju. Yet, the more he embellished, the less it held against truth. Kang Baojun didn’t endlessly proclaim love for Xiao Shulan, but equally assured Xiao Jianming he’d treat Xiao Shulan well. The outcome was equally eye-opening.

Only Zhu Minxuan, this foreigner with a stern face, said just one thing to him as his father-in-law: your daughter, as per your Chinese tradition, is mine now.

This foreigner’s arrogant attitude indeed infuriated him at first. Now looking back, Xiao Jianming realizes it was the most direct expression of a man’s love for a woman.

To love someone means to want her all to oneself, right?

This foreigner truly loves his fourth daughter.

On such a stormy night, as the family reunites, each heart harbors unspoken bitterness and tenderness.

"Let’s go." Finally, Xiao Jianming utters these words.