Chapter 108: Someone Cares for Muyin

Pei Muyin listened, from her initial stunned disbelief gradually changing to surprise and shock: "……Desserts, and all these, are Dad's; so why, Dad never told me about this."

Why?

Pei Du moved his lips, a self‑mocking and bitter expression appearing on his cold face: "Someone told me that before my amnesia, I disregarded my daughter's wishes, locked her in a villa, restricted her freedom, monitored her life—I was terribly inadequate toward her."

Pei Muyin felt utter shock hearing this for the first time, and clarified: "Dad never did these things to me."

"Hmm, he knows now, but his daughter still lived terribly because of him."

Remorse welled up in Pei Du's throat, surging downward, but the man showed nothing on his face, still faintly gentle; he said: "The reason I told Muyin those things is not to seek her forgiveness."

"But I want Muyin to know that in this world, someone has always been caring for Muyin."

So please don't think you live in a world where no one cares, a lonely world.

…

"Click."

Zhou Zhi, waiting outside the reception room, pushed the door open at the right moment; the refined-looking man held a thick stack of documents, walked over, lowered his voice, and greeted Pei Muyin friendly and introduced himself:

"Eldest Young Lady, although I've already seen you before—not the first time—you should be seeing me for the first time; I'm Zhou Zhi, Chairman Pei's special assistant."

But unexpectedly, Pei Muyin shook her head and said: "I know who you are, and I'm not seeing you for the first time either."

Zhou Zhi was stunned.

Then he saw the girl pause, her expression somewhat embarrassed as she answered: "I saw you at a product launch event, standing beside my dad."

Not only had Pei Du secretly gone to see his daughter, but Pei Muyin had also secretly gone to see her dad.

Pei Muyin actually often followed news about the Pei Group; if luck was on her side, she could catch word about her dad—even if the reports were pitifully scarce, just a sentence or two, she would still feel happy.

Once, her luck was good; the news said that at the Pei Group's five‑year‑anniversary new product launch, the Pei Group chairman would appear in person that day.

So Pei Muyin paid a high price to buy an entry ticket from a reporter, sneaking into the launch event.

That was her first time seeing Dad in the mall.

Shutter clicks sounded continuously, countless lenses trained on him, bright beams falling on the man in a crisp suit, his aura imposing.

His features were sharp, his eyes deep and cold; his tone was steady, his low voice answering the reporters' tricky questions in an orderly manner.

On stage, Dad shone brilliantly, the focus of everyone's gaze; off stage, the daughter's eyes filled with admiration, her bright sparkle hidden in the crowd, becoming part of what drew their attention.

After the launch ended, Pei Muyin watched Dad leave amid a throng of elites; among them was Zhou Zhi.

…

This father‑daughter pair, even though each thought the other didn't want to see them, still missed each other in their own ways.

They, they missed thirteen years.

Even Zhou Zhi, an outsider looking on, couldn't help feeling a pang of sorrow.

But what comes next is even harder to speak of.

Zhou Zhi let out a helpless sigh without a trace, walked up to Pei Muyin, and under her doubtful gaze laid out the documents in his hand one by one on the coffee table, filling it.

"Eldest Young Lady, this is the gift agreement for all of Chairman Pei's movable and immovable property, to be given solely to you; Chairman Pei has arranged a witness lawyer waiting downstairs, who will come up when you sign to act as witness."

Pei Muyin, dazed: "Why suddenly have me sign this?"

The gift agreement, literally, means Pei Du will transfer all his assets into his daughter's name.

But Pei Muyin, being sensitive, easily sensed that things weren't as simple as the literal meaning; she lifted her head and looked at the father opposite her.

Receiving his daughter's gaze, Pei Du forced a smile, trying not to add to her burden, and said:

"From now on, Muyin, you can go wherever you want and do whatever you like, freely using the resources before you—you needn't ask anyone; as soon as you give an order, someone will see to it."

The documents Zhou Zhi brought over, though just a few thin pages, any one of them could elevate a person to a class unattainable in ten lifetimes, astonishingly enviable and coveted.

"What, what does that mean?"

Pei Muyin still didn't quite grasp it, but she felt a vague anxiety.

Pei Du looked at his daughter, his dark pupils deep, each word clear as a solemn, heartfelt wish: "I only hope my daughter can henceforth live freely, unhindered, happy and joyful, each day to come."

"The Pei family in Jing Shi that made her unhappy, she no longer needs to return; she can stay wherever she wishes. The grandmother who treated her poorly no longer has the right to be her grandmother, even……"

"Even her terrible father can be chosen by her—to keep or to let go."

As the final syllable faded, Pei Muyin's tears welled up involuntarily.

…

Soon after learning the truth—almost ten days had passed—Pei Du hadn't rushed to An Shi to find his daughter; instead, he was consolidating the things he had Zhou Zhi bring over.

He felt he owed his daughter an apology.

But an apology without action is worthless; all he could do was try to make amends.

Pei Du hadn't gotten a full night's sleep for several days and nights.

The man's eyes were rimmed with red veins; his lashes cast a heavier shadow on his lids, his naturally pallid face now pallid to the point of sickness.

He took a tissue from the box, folded it twice, rose, walked to his daughter, half‑knelt, lifted his hand, and gently wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks with a measured, tender motion, meanwhile whispering:

"Don't cry."

Pei Du was a neglectful father, yet he was proud, for his daughter had raised herself well without him or anyone else's support.

Her grades were excellent, she had abundant talent for the violin, and her nature was pure kindness and gentleness.

He would take pride in this for his whole life.

After wiping her tears, Pei Du quietly sat back down.

If she chooses to keep him, he will do his utmost, making up for his shortcomings as a father each day to come.

If she chooses to let him go, he will also disappear from her world cleanly, never to disturb her again.

…

Pei Du, a man who in the market was always decisive and resolute, now appeared calm and composed, yet no one knew his heart was tense and anxious, a sword hanging over him, even his breath trembling faintly.

He was awaiting his daughter's 'judgment'.