Chapter 402: Shi Yucheng Firmly Opposes the Two Reconciling

Shi Youxuan wondered to herself, isn't the old man uninterested in luxury goods?

How did he suddenly become so knowledgeable?

"Hmph!"

Shi Yucheng said indignantly: "You want to bribe me with such a piece of junk? Not a chance. I threw away everything he sent me. I already regretted selling you out once so much that my intestines turned green; there will never be a second time in this life!"

"If I had been firmer back then, just a little bit firmer, our family wouldn't be like this now, and you wouldn't have suffered so much..."

As the old man spoke, tears streamed down his face.

Only then did Shi Youxuan realize that Sheng Hanyu had actually been to the nursing home!

And not long ago, just these past few days.

He went to beg Shi Yucheng for forgiveness, hoping he would agree to let Shi Youxuan marry him again.

But he was mercilessly rejected by Shi Yucheng.

No wonder the old man recognized this pin; it turned out the pin was something he had rejected when Sheng Hanyu tried to give it to him, so he wore it himself.

And if Shi Youxuan hadn't heard it from her father, she wouldn't have known anything about these things.

Sheng Hanyu never told her about the efforts he made for her; he only let her see the results!

She was a little moved, feeling warm inside.

But it was useless.

Shi Yucheng stood firm, clearly stating that his daughter absolutely, absolutely could not reconcile with Sheng Hanyu.

He even said that if she got back together with Sheng Hanyu, he would immediately go jump off a building; death would end it all, so he wouldn't have to watch her fall into the fire pit again and feel distressed while being unable to do anything.

Her father had a history of high blood pressure, so to keep him from getting too agitated, Shi Youxuan feigned agreement: "Dad, don't be angry. I'll listen to you and won't have any more contact with Sheng Hanyu. Don't worry."

Shi Yucheng: "Good. Clear out a room for me. I think what you said before was right; I'm getting old, so it's better for me to live with you so it's convenient for you to take care of me."

Shi Youxuan:...

She knew her father's personality better than anyone.

He usually hated being a burden to others the most; she had suggested many times before that he move in with her, but he had always refused!

Now that he was taking the initiative to suggest living together, the hope of being taken care of was just a cover; wanting to monitor her twenty-four hours a day, keeping a strict watch from every angle to prevent her from having any contact with Sheng Hanyu, was the truth.

Could Shi Youxuan refuse?

She certainly could not.

Even knowing what was going on, she had to agree and pretend to be very happy about it.

Shi Youxuan cleared out the second bedroom for her father to stay in, and when Fang Jie returned, she would have her stay in the Study!

She went to the storage room to get toiletries, and Shi Ran tugged at her lapel, her little face bitter: "Mom, is Grandpa going to live in our house? I don't like it."

Shi Youxuan's face darkened: "If I get old in the future and can't take care of myself, and I go to live at your house, would you not like it and want to kick me out too?"

"No, of course not. You are my mom, I will always be with Mom," the little girl argued persuasively.

She said: "You want to be with Mom, but Grandpa is Mom's dad, and I also want to be with my dad."

Shi Ran:...

This logic seemed sound.

The little girl stopped saying she didn't like Grandpa living at home, but she raised a very practical question: "Mom, Grandpa doesn't like Dad and won't let you be with Dad. What should we do?"

"Just let it be."

Shi Ran:...

Shi Youxuan finished tidying up the room for her father and asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner, as she was planning to order takeout.

Today was New Year's Day, and restaurant business was booming.

Takeout needed to be ordered in advance with a scheduled time, otherwise it would definitely be much later than usual.

Shi Yucheng objected: "Don't order things from outside; it's not clean or hygienic. Just cook something simple."

The little girl put her hand to her forehead—how little did Grandpa know about Mom?

Could the things she cooked even be eaten?

Then she went to check her snacks; there was enough for dinner, so she felt relieved.

Today was New Year's Day, so she couldn't really just cook "something simple."

Shi Youxuan prepared to make a sumptuous dinner for her family, but her skill level was truly limited; she busied herself in the kitchen for over two hours, only to produce a few plates of dishes that were either burnt or raw!

At least the rice was edible, but that was the credit of the smart rice cooker; it really had nothing to do with Shi Youxuan's cooking skills.

Shi Yucheng sat at the dining table, took one look at the dishes in front of him, then looked at his daughter twice, and issued a soul-searching question: "All these years, how did you survive out there?"

In his view, women should naturally know how to cook after getting married, but such a natural thing didn't seem to apply to Shi Youxuan.

Shi Ran chimed in: "Back in L Country, there were plenty of servants at home, so Mom didn't need to cook at all."

"Later when we came here, Dad cooked for us..."

Halfway through her sentence, the little girl realized what it meant to speak too much and lose, so she immediately shut her mouth and buried her head in her rice.

It was just that the plain rice didn't taste very good, but it was enough to cover up the awkwardness.

Shi Yucheng's expression was very ugly; he "slapped" his chopsticks onto the table, stopped eating, stood up, and walked back to his room with his hands behind his back.

"Dad, the food doesn't taste good, right? I'll remake it for you, buy something new, order a couple of vegetable dishes, how about that..." Shi Youxuan followed behind, trying to change the subject, but she didn't succeed; Shi Yucheng ignored her completely.

She turned back and glared at her daughter: "You brat, you just wait, I'll settle the score with you later!"

Shi Youxuan went to apologize to her father, admitted her mistake, and explained to him that the facts were not as Shi Ran had said.

There was indeed someone to cook at home, but it wasn't Sheng Hanyu; it was Fang Jie, the servant Sheng Hanyu had hired. The child hadn't told the whole story, which caused the misunderstanding...

After explaining for a long time, the expression on Shi Yucheng's face finally softened a little: "Really?"

"Really, really. Dad, could I lie to you? I promise it's all true."

She finally managed to fool her father. That night, back in her room with the door closed, Shi Youxuan gave Shi Ran a severe lecture.

Shi Youxuan strongly suspected that Shi Ran did it on purpose, but Shi Ran refused to admit it anyway.

Not only did she not admit it, she was even more resentful about not being able to be with her own father.

The little girl's words were not without reason: "Why is it that when your father comes, I can't see my father?"

Shi Youxuan:...

In the end, the mother and daughter had an unpleasant falling out, and neither could convince the other.

Early the next morning.

Before Shi Youxuan had even gotten out of bed, she smelled the aroma of porridge drifting from the kitchen, mixed with the scent of stir-fried meat, but this was not scientific!

The kitchen and the bedroom were not close, the scent shouldn't have drifted so far, and the bedroom door was still closed.

She jumped out of bed, prepared to go to the kitchen to take a look, and just as she pushed the door open—"Cough, cough"—she was choked by the smell of stir-fried chili; the living room was full of cooking fumes!

By the time she reached the kitchen—goodness, it was even more choking inside!

The kitchen was shrouded in smoke, and an aged figure was busy at the stove amidst the thick haze.

"Cough, cough, Dad, why didn't you turn on the range hood?" Shi Youxuan turned on the range hood; the suction of the integrated stove was very strong, and it quickly cleared away most of the cooking fumes in the kitchen.

"Hehe, so that's what you press? Things nowadays are really high-tech. I fiddled with it for a while and couldn't figure it out, so I didn't dare touch it anymore, afraid I'd burn the kitchen down."

In the past, the family used an exhaust hood, but now that Shi Youxuan's kitchen had an integrated stove, he couldn't figure it out.

Shi Youxuan:...

She thought to herself, is there any difference between what you're doing now and burning the kitchen down?

She could think that in her heart, but she couldn't say it out loud.

Although Shi Yucheng had filled the kitchen with cooking fumes, the food he made tasted very good; at the very least, it was much better than what Shi Youxuan made.