sjar Chapter 317 made no mention of it.
Chapter 317 made no mention of it.
I was driving very slowly; it felt a bit stuffy inside.
The gift box on the passenger seat was like a ticking time bomb.
Today was incredibly lucky; I actually ran into Song Yafei's "deceased" biological father from many years ago.
He asked around but didn't mention Madam Song at all.
This toy is definitely for Xiaoxiaotian.
what should I do?
If she gave it to her, given Song Yafei's personality, she would definitely dig up the whole story.
If I don't give it to them, it's a kind gesture, a love that's been delayed.
The car had already slipped into the residential area while I was still hesitating.
I carried the box, shuffling slowly to my front door, and then forcefully turned the doorknob.
"Dad!" The child rushed over from the living room as soon as I entered the door and landed squarely on me.
"I missed you, Xiaotian." As I said this, I reached out and scooped him up.
"Sweetie, look what good stuff Daddy brought you!"
I shook the gift box and stuffed it into his arms.
The little guy's eyes lit up, and he immediately started violently unpacking the package.
"Inside is a remote-controlled off-road vehicle with many functions," I said proudly.
"Wow! That's so cool!" Little Tian's voice almost cracked from shouting. "Thank you, Dad!"
I gently ruffled his soft hair and said, "I'm glad you like it."
At this moment, Song Yafei came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of peeled apples.
She glanced at me first, then her gaze settled on the new toy in Xiaoxiaotian's hand.
"You bought it?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a chilly quality.
My neck suddenly felt a little tight, and after a moment of hesitation, I said, "I ran into an acquaintance at the hospital entrance."
"He gave it to me."
"Oh, who is it?" she asked, puzzled.
Without her noticing, the plate in her hand tilted, and an apple rolled to the ground.
But she didn't bend down to pick it up; she just stood there, looking at me expectantly.
"Hmm...you might not recognize me," I said softly.
"Who is it?" she said, her temper flaring up, and she shoved me.
I straightened my shirt and said irritably, "He said he's your dad..."
To avoid any conflict, I decided to tell you everything.
"You're kidding, he's long dead." Song Yafei was much calmer than expected, bending down to pick up the apples on the ground.
"Zhang Tian, remember this: we can't accept any gifts from downstream suppliers trying to curry favor with us!" she said, standing up.
“I thought so too,” I raised my voice to quickly cut her off.
“But he was standing right in front of me, and he left this behind when I wasn’t looking.”
Song Yafei didn't say anything, slowly walked to the sofa, and sat down.
Under the light, her face looked a little pale.
I moved closer and sat down next to her, lowering my voice to say, "I was stunned too, it really... looks just like the photo."
She looked up, her expression somewhat flustered: "Why...why is he showing up now? Wasn't he dead?"
I just shook my head: "I'm wondering about that too!"
Song Yafei bit her lip hard, as if she was racking her brains to remember.
After a long while, she stood up, walked over to Xiaoxiaotian, picked up the toy, and examined it carefully.
He spoke very softly: "Xiao Tian, do you like this toy?"
"Yes, I like it!" Little Tian raised his little head and said firmly.
Seeing the child's happy expression, Song Yafei's facial muscles stiffened for a moment, then she forced a smile.
Her expression was complicated. I think if it weren't for her sick child, she would have been furious and thrown the toy car away.
Song Yafei stood up, walked to the window, stared at the pitch-black night outside, and remained motionless.
I moved over and stood next to her.
"Yafei, do you want to see him?"
She turned her face abruptly, becoming agitated: "No... I don't want to! I hate him..."
I reached out and grasped her cold, trembling fingers: "Yes, I understand you."
She lowered her guard, gently rested her head on my shoulder, and said softly, "Thank you."
I reached out and hugged her, my mind a little confused.
A few days later, I received a call from an unknown number.
It's Song Yafei's father.
He asked me to meet him at a coffee shop, saying he had something important to discuss.
I arrived a few minutes early, and he was already there, seated by the window with a cup of coffee in front of him.
"Zhang Tian, thank you for coming over." He forced a smile.
I nodded, pulled out a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point: "Did you need something from me?"
He sighed, his voice a little hoarse: "I want to see Yafi. I know... I was a jerk back then, but I want to make amends in some way."
I frowned: "Then why did you leave back then?"
He fell silent, his fingers tracing unconsciously along the side of the coffee cup, before finally speaking after a long while.
"Back then... I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the doctor said I wouldn't live more than a year. Plus, there was a mountain of bad debts at the company..."
"I didn't want to be a burden to them, so... I made up an accident and ran away."
I was a little taken aback: "Terminal illness? Then you are now..."
He had an indescribable expression on his face: "Later, I met a doctor who cured me. But at that time I had nothing... I was too ashamed to go back."
Hearing that made me feel choked up and uncomfortable.
He continued, "I owe them so much. Now... Xiao Xiaotian is sick, and I want to make him happy."
My nose tingled and I whispered, "I'll ask Yafei."
He nodded vigorously: "Thank you, thank you so much."
After leaving the coffee shop, I told Song Yafei everything.
After listening, she sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time, so long that I thought she wouldn't react anymore.
Finally, she said, "I want to see him."
The weight that had been hanging over my heart was finally lifted, and I quickly went to make arrangements.
On the day we met, Song Yafei was holding Xiao Xiaotian's hand, and I was walking beside her.
At the coffee shop where we had arranged to meet, Song Yafei's father stood at a distance. When he saw us approaching, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.
His lips trembled; he wanted to call for help, but he couldn't.
Song Yafei let go of Xiao Xiaotian's hand, walked over quickly, and then stopped abruptly.
"dad……"
Her voice was very soft and trembling.
Little Tian looked up, curiously observing the two people staring at each other.
I squatted down and put my arm around his little shoulder: "Xiaotian, this is your grandpa."
"Grandpa!" the little guy called out in a clear voice, though he seemed a bit confused.
Song Yafei's father bent down and picked up Xiao Xiaotian, tears streaming down his face like a broken string of pearls.
"Oh, good child..."
I stood to the side, watching this scene that was far too late, and I felt terrible.
Just then, my phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating incessantly, as if it were having a seizure.
I quickly pulled it out; it was another unfamiliar number, belonging to the city hospital.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly swiped to answer the call.
A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, is this Mr. Zhang Tian? The test results are in, and the situation isn't good..."