However, back then, Yongwei undoubtedly gave Moqiang a new lease on life. Even though that rebirth only lasted for eight years, he had truly witnessed a living Ni Moqiang.
Yongwei was the child that Qi Youling brought into the family. At that time, Moqiang was ten years old and Yongwei was fourteen. When they were together, they were always so happy. Yongwei was sensible from a young age, a good child with filial piety and a kind heart. No matter when and no matter what happened, what he thought of first was always Moqiang's needs and how she felt. She had also become the most important person in his heart.
But, the heavens didn't fulfill people's wishes. When everyone thought that they would naturally end up together, Yongwei had an accident.
Ni Moqiang held back the pain in her heart, twitched the corners of her lips, and smiled faintly, saying, "Dad, I'm fine. After a while, I'll bring him to meet you."
"Really? Do you really have a boyfriend?" Ni Zhengguo looked at her suspiciously, somewhat disbelieving, but there was clearly a trace of surprise in his eyes.
She nodded gently and met his inquiring gaze.
There was no other way. She knew that if she didn't say this, with her father's stubbornness, how could he easily give up on a problem he hadn't figured out?
"Since it's like this, then you have to bring him to meet me soon, you know? Moqiang, you're not young anymore, and it's about time." Ni Zhengguo sighed. After yesterday's birthday, she had gotten one year older. How many years of youth did a woman have?
His indulgent attitude and softened tone made Qi Youling unable to hold back her anger any longer. She stood up from the sofa with a sudden movement, pointed at Ni Moqiang, and started cursing, "Hmph! You're so shameless, Ni Moqiang. I've seen it for a long time. You're a woman who is as fickle as water. Yongwei treated you so well back then. How long has he been gone? And you so calmly threw yourself into another person's arms—" Her face, which was exquisitely made up, twisted, and her eyes, red from anger, flashed with a terrifying light that made people's hearts skip a beat.
"Slap—" A loud and crisp slap landed solidly on Qi Youling's face, making her see stars and almost fall over. She took two steps back and finally managed to steady herself. She turned around in shock and saw Ni Zhengguo's angry face. He trembled with his hand pointing at her and roared in a low voice out of anger, "Shut up! I won't allow you to slander my daughter!"
Qi Youling was stunned for a moment by his fierce expression. When she came to her senses, she covered her red and swollen cheek and shrieked even more wildly, "Me slander her? Didn't you yourself say that she acts dissolutely? She's just cheap, and she's dissolute! This is your good daughter, Ni Zhengguo. Hahaha! I'm telling you, as soon as you go out, you'll be drowned in other people's spittle and be scolded for not knowing how to raise children. Just you wait and see!" Her eyes were filled with madness, clearly having lost her mind, and the words that came out of her mouth...
"You—you! You bitch! Don't think you're any good. What's your relationship with your tennis coach? Do you think I don't know?"
A hint of panic and guilt flashed across Qi Youling's crazy eyes. Seeing Ni Zhengguo's determined expression, she knew that her secret had been discovered. She simply decided to go all out and no longer wanted to hold back. She blurted out, "So what if you know? I just want to be with him. I like him. You've been wearing this green hat for so long. Does it feel comfortable? Hahaha!"
"Qi Youling! You—, you—" Ni Zhengguo gritted his teeth in anger, his body trembling, and his face instantly turned ashen. Ni Moqiang was greatly alarmed and quickly stepped forward to support him, shouting anxiously, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Dad?"
"Huh—, huh!" He suddenly covered his chest and gasped for breath. His eyes were wide open, staring at Qi Youling full of hatred and unwillingness.
Qi Youling was also nervous in her heart. Her guilty and panicked eyes wandered around. As soon as she saw the door, she scurried towards the entrance.