"Dad!"

Han Qian suddenly raised her voice, which undoubtedly pulled Han Bin’s thoughts back. He met his daughter Han Qian’s gaze, slightly frowning: "If you have something to say, speak properly. Is there a need to shout like this?"

"I have been talking to you properly, but did you listen?" Han Qian threw a tantrum. She widened her eyes, "Anyway, you cannot marry that woman, or I’ll cry and complain to grandpa and grandma about you!"

Upon hearing this, Han Bin slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the dining table with a "bang," and said with a cold face: "Is this your attitude when speaking to me?"

Han Qian "hummed" without any hint of fear and rattled on: "She is a bad woman. I’ve seen her at the school gate talking with Luo Minghan and Luo Mingwei from my class. I hate Luo Mingwei. She is in cahoots with her, so I want to hate her too!"

"Luo Minghan, Luo Mingwei?"

Han Bin’s expression slightly changed: "You were classmates in elementary school, right?"

"I am so frustrated. I was classmates with the siblings since kindergarten, and in the same class. Unexpectedly, when we entered elementary school, it was the same school, same class. Now we’ve moved to junior high, and it’s still the same school, same class. What does this mean? Do they want to be my classmates forever?"

Han Qian kept babbling on, her face full of impatience and disdain. Like this, she was entirely different from how she appeared in front of outsiders.

To put it this way, in the presence of outsiders, she appeared weak, kind, and innocent. Whereas at home, with family, she was intrinsically spoiled, visibly raised amidst indulgence.

Meanwhile, unaware to Han Bin and his daughter, Feng Lu, who had left the living room, didn’t head straight to the door. She stood not far from the living room door, subtly hearing the conversation between Han Bin and his daughter.

Her lips pressed tightly, her gaze fixed on the young man at the door whom she could recognize just by seeing the side of his face. It was the first child she had ever born, the one she liked the least, even detested.

Why did he come looking for her?

With eyes half-closed, Feng Lu fell into thought, involuntarily recalling being forced to go overseas by family and returning domestically without informing them.

Despite her wishes, she was coerced to go abroad, while that Hu Yi was arranged to watch over her like a prisoner. But her good father and brother probably didn’t know that not long after going abroad, Hu Yi deceived her both financially and emotionally, which wasn’t enough, as he often resorted to violence.

To avoid dying at Hu Yi’s hands, she seized an opportunity, stole her certificates from Hu Yi’s room, along with robbing Hu Yi’s money and property, and boarded a flight back home.

She didn’t inform anyone.

Even now, she hasn’t contacted anyone from home, nor did she seek out the man she loved and pursued for years—Xiao Shen!

At the same time, she couldn’t help but find her previous self ridiculous, feeling she was a complete fool.

Why stubbornly like a man for years who didn’t even see her?

Can love be used as food?

Does love provide financial gain?

After going abroad, she realized clearly that money is more important than anything else.

With money in hand, and a bit of connections, getting things done becomes incredibly easy.

The key point is, with money, one can live a life everyone envies, wearing whatever they want, eating whatever they desire, anything is possible.

Therefore, upon meeting the man she currently lives with after many years, she used a little tactic to be brought into the house, living the life she aspired for.

However, there’s one thing that makes her dissatisfied: the man has a daughter, a spoiled, annoying little girl.

To stop her from becoming the rightful mistress of the house, she either cries or throws a fit, preventing her from officially becoming Madam Han.

Since the girl won’t allow her to live peacefully, she decided she won’t let her have a good life either.

Noticing a gaze fixated on him, Min Rui turned to look at the owner of the gaze. Recognizing who it was, he kept a tense face, not intending to look away.

Feng Lu walked over, standing inside the door, peering at Min Rui through the iron fence: "You’re Min Rui, right? If you found this place, it must be Ming Han or Ming Wei who told you the address. So now tell me, why did you come looking for me?"

"Having given birth to us, then abandoning us, have you ever regretted it?"