Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Ye Jian's lips trembled when she saw her father's ashen face.

She didn't dare to say it because she was afraid that her father would be so sad when he found out. He loved her mother so much and hoped to reunite with her.

In the end, as his daughter, she had to shatter the hope he had for more than 20 years with her own hands.

"Dad, these are the words Mom wrote in her diary. I don't have the diary with me now. When I go home next time, I'll let you read Mom's diary. Mom really didn't hate you." Ye Jian didn't dare to say anything else. She just hoped that these words would make her father feel better.

"Silly girl, your mother didn't hate me but she was disappointed in me. She was disappointed…"

Mr. Fu shook his head lightly. He seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time. He was so sad that his shoulders collapsed. "There's a saying that loss is the greatest sorrow… Silly daughter, your mother's heart had already died. How could she still hate me?"

Ye Jian couldn't answer this question. From her mother's diary, she could tell that her mother's heart was indeed dead. That was why her mother hated her father and thought that he had abandoned her.

However, what did her father do wrong?

Nothing.

Her father didn't do anything wrong.

"No, no. Dad, after you read Mom's diary, you'll be able to tell that Mom really didn't regret being your wife. I swear that Mom really didn't regret it."

Although her mother was sad, she never regretted it.

Mr. Fu knew that his daughter was comforting him. Seeing that Ye Jian's face was filled with tears, he hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped Ye Jian's tears.

His actions were too sudden, and he didn't notice that there was a tea set beside him. He casually waved his hand and knocked it over.

"Don't cry, don't cry…" Mr. Fu didn't pick up the teacup that was knocked over. He wiped Ye Jian's tears clumsily. "Don't cry, don't cry. If your mother knows that I made you cry, she'll blame me.

"I know that you didn't want to tell me because you didn't want me to be sad. I know… I know everything. Be good, don't cry. Your mother was a kind person. Why would she hate me? I know. Don't cry."

When he was anxious, Mr. Fu recalled everything that happened in his hometown.

How could he let his daughter be sad too?

No!

He couldn't!

No matter how much his wife hated him or blamed him, he would bear with it.

Outside, the old man walked over with his crutch. The sound of his footsteps alerted the father and daughter in the lounge. Ye Jian took a tissue to wipe her tears. She was too embarrassed to let Mr. Fu wipe her tears for her.

"It's getting late. You have to leave. If not, Jian won't be able to catch the plane. If you have anything to say, you can say it in the car or on the plane." The old man came to remind her of the time and listen to the situation inside.

Mr. Fu got up first. He was anxious, so his tall and big body swayed violently. Ye Jian was so shocked that she got up quickly and held Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu felt his vision turning black. He stabilized his body and patted Ye Jian's hand that was holding his arm. He lowered his voice and whispered, "Don't tell your grandfather first. He's getting old and might not be able to take it."

When he went over to open the door, Mr. Fu even blocked Ye Jian behind him and pressed the corners of his eyes, afraid that the old man would notice something amiss.

The old man didn't ask what they were talking about. He glanced around the lounge wisely and knew that the girl must have said it.