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"Zhiguo, you’re not a young man anymore. You should think more carefully about the consequences of your actions. Uncle is old now and can only help you this one last time. Any more than that, and Uncle will have to beg forgiveness from your father down in the grave."
Zhang Hongqiang clasped his rough, calloused hands into a fist and heavily pounded on Zhang Zhiguo’s back. How could he be entirely indifferent towards the only son left behind by his elder brother?
But the disappointments had been too many, and he had become numb. His nephew, Zhang Zhiguo, was simply useless!
"Thank you, thank you, Uncle!" Zhang Zhiguo wiped away his tears and snot with a look of surprise, kowtowing fiercely three times on the muddy ground.
"Zhiguo, don’t thank me too soon. This is the last time I will help you, and from now on, you must listen to your cousin Zhiming. No more foolishness!"
"Yes, yes, Uncle, I will listen to Zhiming from now on, I won’t behave recklessly anymore." Zhang Zhiguo, smacked hard on the face by his own son, finally realized the truth: his son, Zhang Dongliang, was utterly unreliable!
At the end of the day, the real filial respect came from his youngest daughter, Zhang Shanni, yet she was ruthlessly sold off by Lin Zhaodi and her son, cutting ties with the family!
Thinking of the deed he had signed two days ago, Zhang Zhiguo truly began to feel regret!
However, at this stage, his regret couldn’t change anything. Zhang Zhiguo silently hung his head, secretly cursing:
It’s all Lin Zhaodi’s doing! After reflecting on his own mistakes, for the first time, he also soberly realized his wife was exactly as his aunt had described—a troublemaker and home-wrecker!
"I hope you can truly do as you said, don’t disappoint your uncle again." Zhou Dahua looked coldly at Zhang Zhiguo and then told Lin Jianmin, ’Wait a bit, I will go home to get the money,’ before leaving with her daughter-in-law’s support.
When Lin Zhaodi heard that Zhang Hongqiang was willing to help, she was overjoyed, completely unaware that after Zhiguo finished kowtowing, he purposely looked back at her and her son for an instant, then quickly turned his head away with a face full of disappointment.
Zhang Yunni and Zhang Baonni, hearing that their great uncle was willing to help their family, felt relieved and exchanged glances with shy smiles, completely missing the profound look from their father, as they stood happily behind Lin Zhaodi.
In the end, it was Zhiming who helped Zhiguo to stand up. Before standing, Zhiguo kowtowed six more times to his uncle. During this, Lin Zhaodi and her daughters simply stood by and watched.
Zhang Zhiguo wiped away the newly formed tears in his eyes and silently stood up. At that moment, he recalled the harsh words his aunt had hurled at Lin Zhaodi and her daughters in the past — truly heartless and ungrateful!
Also, he remembered his dying mother holding his hand and nagging him not to listen to everything his wife said. Whether he could end his life well would not depend on his son but on whether his youngest daughter had a conscience...
"Uncle, I was wrong." Zhang Zhiguo muttered in a hoarse voice, his mentality finally ’growing up’ at over forty years of age, no longer like the naive young man of the day before—who only cared about his own happiness, neglecting his family, living only in his own fantasy world.
The departure of Zhou Dahua had left the Zhang Family Mansion under the blazing sun eerily quiet. Zhang Zhiguo’s words made the onlooking crowd stare at him in surprise and honesty.
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