Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Her reaction that day in the outskirts of the town had definitely hurt him.

According to Yaoyao, Father had keeled over right in front of Mother the day he returned.

In her eyes, her father had always been like a majestic mountain—a mountain that would never collapse.

Even so, he had eventually passed out.

Her heart was greatly shaken when she received the news.

Lil Qi also told her that her father had barely gotten any rest while searching for her in the past two months or so.

Under such circumstances, even a person with the constitution of iron would not be able to stand it.

Moreover, he was not so young anymore.

After hearing about her father fainting, she had been unable to sleep well last night.

Lu Liangwei was surprised that Ji'er had brought up the subject herself—she had also been looking for an opportunity to talk to her about it.

She sighed and took her hand. "Ji'er, I'm really glad you can think that way." After a pause, she went on, "Your father was undoubtedly wrong for what he did back then, and he's been regretting it ever since. You, on the other hand, did nothing wrong for being angry and refusing to forgive him—we understand your feelings. But Ji'er, regardless of whether your father treats you well out of guilt or love, there's no denying he's done a lot for you all these years. 

"You may not know this, but when you and Lil Qi fell off the cliff, he climbed all the way to the bottom alone with his bare hands and even fell down himself; thankfully it only knocked him out for a bit. That was the hardest time he'd ever endured—he was drowning in guilt, and he had to face my resentment and accusations too—but he had no other choice than to bear the consequences of the great mistake he'd made in a moment of weakness. He had been dwelling on it all these years, and he feels he owes you an irreparable debt.    

"When he heard you ran away, he couldn't sleep for the whole night. His hair's already started turning gray, but it's gotten even more obvious now. You know, Ji'er, my heart aches sometimes when I see the gray hairs on your father's head. He's done so, so much for this kingdom, for this family—for us.

"If he were an awful, unworthy person, I wouldn't be saying all this to you today since he'd have brought everything on himself. But the truth is exactly the opposite—your father's a great man who gives his heart and soul to us. That's why I don't wish to see you and him fall out because of a bad thing he did in the past." 

As Ji'er listened to her in a daze, her eyes gradually misted over, and the feeling of remorse in her heart was almost powerful enough to consume her. 

When the tears rolled down her cheeks, she could no longer hold herself back from hurling herself into Lu Liangwei's arms, sobbing. "Mother, I'm sorry… I was too selfish and reckless…" 

Lu Liangwei wrapped an arm around her thin shoulders and said gently, "You didn't do anything wrong, Ji'er. But after you let your emotions out, I hope you can put all this behind you. You'll always be your father's daughter, for blood is thicker than water, and your familial bond can never be broken. In fact, your father cares for you more than I do. I really hope you two can bury the hatchet."

After spending a long silence in her embrace, Ji'er murmured, "Mother, I know what to do now." 

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lu Liangwei took out her handkerchief and wiped Ji'er's face. "I'm glad to hear that. From now on, let's be a happy family that never doubts each other no matter what. If anything happens, we must talk it out instead of keeping it all inside."