Meng Yunhan looked at the sight in front of her and did not know what to say at that very moment. She recalled how Yun Xinye hardly paid any attention to Han Ziyan the last time she took her daughter to meet her father.

No, what was she even thinking? How could she, for even a second, think that Han Yichen was a much better father than Yun Xinye? Yun Xinye was avoiding them because he had no other choice. If he had been able to marry her, then he would have treated Han Ziyan just as well! In the end, it was all Han Yichen’s fault, and yet he was treating her like this.

"Dad, can you give me some money? I want to buy clothes for Beijiang," Han Ruochen asked her father. She still had some money in her hands, but she also wanted her father to take a look at the situation of their home. There were more than seven people in the house, and yet the only one who had new clothes was Han Ziyan.

Clearly, she was older and taller than Han Ziyan and yet her mother would always pass Han Ziyan’s unwanted clothes to her; as for the boys, Han Ruochen did not even know when the last time her mother bought clothes for them was.

"Alright," Han Yichen said, taking a look at the old and patched clothes that Han Beijiang was wearing and feeling really ashamed. Though he did not make a thousand of yuan at the pig farm, he still made enough for everyone to live comfortably, but from the looks of it, no one other than Han Ziyan and Meng Yunhan was living a good life. "I will give you some money to buy clothes for Beijiang. Don’t use your own money; I am still alive. And if you like something, then you buy it as well; you are still young and young ladies should dress up a little."

"Thank you, Father," said Han Ruochen as she turned to look at Han Beijiang. "Beijiang, thank Dad for buying you new clothes. Can you do it?"

Han Beijiang turned to look at his father. He did not speak but simply smiled at him.

But even though he did not say anything, it was enough for Han Yichen. The man’s smile turned ten times bigger, as if he was quite satisfied with the status quo. He was about to raise his hand and pat Han Beijiang on the head when—

"Buy? What to buy? There are so many clothes. There is no need to buy clothes unnecessarily." Meng Yunhan was like a spoilsport the second she opened her mouth. "There are so many clothes that Ah Yong and Jianyou leave behind; you can simply choose some of them, instead of wasting money. The same goes for you. If you have money, put it in the family account. As for clothes, there are many of Ziyan’s clothes in the storeroom. I will fetch some for you."

Having said that, Meng Yunhan felt a pinch. Thereafter, she started to think of all the clothes that Han Ziyan did not like to wear over the recent years. Woe betide her if she were to give the clothes that Han Ziyan liked to Han Ruochen.

"What do you mean by those ugly words? You don’t need to worry about the matters of Ruochen and the rest; did I not tell you that you can take care of Han Ziyan alone? I will take care of them." Han Yichen did not say any ugly words because he did not want to scold Meng Yunhan in front of Han Beijiang.

The adoptive daughter had new clothes, while the biological ones were pushed down and given old clothes. If news got out, then he would be so embarrassed that he wouldn’t be able to raise his head in front of anyone. When he thought about how Old Master Zhai was about to take Han Ruochen as his god granddaughter, and yet he couldn’t even treat his daughter well, Han Yichen felt his face burning a little with embarrassment.

"No, you cannot waste money like that!" How could Meng Yunhan be willing? She wanted to keep every penny that Han Yichen earned with herself and use it on herself and Yun Xinye. This was what Han Yichen owed her for ruining their happiness. How could she allow this man to use the money that was meant for her on someone else?

If Han Ruochen had even the slightest inkling about what Meng Yunhan was thinking, she would have smacked the woman without any resistance, because her mother’s personality had definitely turned twisted!

"I mean, I would have understood if you were asking her to buy clothes for Ziyan. She is now working in the army, and it is common for her to wear new clothes, but what is she doing? It’s good enough that she has clean clothes to wear on her boat. What is the need to buy a new set of clothes? And Beijiang too. That boy does not even care for his clothes, so why bother buying new clothes for him?"

Han Yichen was so angry that he actually laughed. He looked at the crazy woman in front of him and then asked in a quiet voice, "Have you lost your mind? My children, who are your biological children as well, need to wear old and hand-me-down clothes, but the adopted daughter of this family gets new clothes? Have you finally lost all your reasoning?" Then, without waiting for her response, he turned to look at Han Ruochen and said to her, "Ruochen, go to the market and buy three sets of clothes each; also buy some for Jianyou. If you don’t, then he will sulk."

As he spoke, he seriously took the money out and handed it to Han Ruochen.

Han Ruochen took the money without wasting another second and agreed, "Alright, dad. I will listen to you." As she spoke she immediately hid behind her father just in time.