Transmigrating with a Five Million Dollar Retirement Life

Chapter 217 The surprise came too suddenly!!!

Mu Qing, having finished getting ready, was about to leave. She was now managing almost all of the family's businesses, and with so few capable people around her, she had to do everything herself.

Wang Chimuqing was startled when she saw him at the door.

"Ya Ya, did I scare you?" Wang Chi smiled apologetically, his face full of flattery.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Mu Qing looked at the dew on Wang Chi's hair and realized that he had been waiting for quite some time. However, when she thought of the suffering she had endured before the family split up, she couldn't bring herself to say the word "father."

"Oh...it's nothing, I just wanted to see you." Wang Chi replied in a low voice. It was normal for the child to be distant from him after ten years of not seeing each other.

"Okay, I have something to do, so I won't talk to you any longer." Mu Qing nodded, pretending to be calm, but she didn't dare to look Wang Chi in the eye. Before Wang Chi could answer, Mu Qing left.

Wang Chi watched Mu Qing's departing figure and fell silent.

Song Jiaojiao happened to see this scene when she went out. In fact, Wang Chi was also a victim of what happened back then. It was Wang Laopo's eldest son, Wang Dashan, who should have been serving in the army. It was Wang Laopo who secretly reported Wang Chi's identity behind everyone's back. Once it was recorded, he had no choice but to go, otherwise he would be considered a deserter.

It wasn't a year of war and chaos, and this could have been resolved with money, but Granny Wang didn't want to spend the money. At that time, the family hadn't divided the property, and all the money was managed by Granny Wang. When Old Man Wang was alive, he treated her quite well. After Old Man Wang passed away, Granny Wang, although not as kind as Old Man Wang, was still fairly fair, until suddenly the news of military service came.

Wang Chi originally thought that if he obediently went to serve in the army, his wife and children would be taken care of, so he did not choose to expose Old Lady Wang. Unexpectedly, things did not go as planned.

"Well, Mu Qing is just not used to it yet, don't overthink it." Song Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to comfort the heartbroken girl.

"Jiaojiao, you're awake. I'm alright. I know all the suffering you've endured over the years. Even if Muqing doesn't acknowledge me, it's what I deserve."

Wang Chi gazed in the direction Mu Qing had left and said in a low voice.

Looking at the man in front of her who seemed secretly heartbroken, Song Jiaojiao's heart softened. She gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and said...

"How about this, come to the new campus for dinner tonight!"

"Really!!!" Wang Chi turned around abruptly, jumping for joy and raising his voice involuntarily.

The surprise came so suddenly!!!

Song Jiaojiao initially regretted agreeing to this person's request so easily, but seeing him so happy like a child, she decided it didn't matter anymore, since this was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.

"Okay, let's have hot pot tonight. I'll have Xu Fang prepare the ingredients when she gets back."

"Thank you, Jiaojiao, thank you for still giving me this opportunity." It was just a simple meal together, but Wang Chi was extremely grateful.

Song Jiaojiao humbly shook her head and returned to the courtyard.

When she reached Mu Xue's room, she suddenly realized that she hadn't told Mu Xue about it yet.

Frustrated, he slapped his forehead, took a deep breath, and with a standard V-shaped smile, knocked on Mu Xue's door.

"Second sister, are you awake?"

"I'm awake, Mother, come in!" Mu Xue's sleepy voice came from inside the room.

Upon entering, Song Jiaojiao saw Shang Xiaoxiao helping Mu Xue wash up. She then took the cotton cloth from Shang Xiaoxiao and personally helped Mu Xue with her washing.

"Xiaoxiao, you can go downstairs now. When Xu Fang comes back, have her come to me," Song Jiaojiao said.

After Shang Xiaoxiao left, Song Jiaojiao smiled and asked Mu Xue, "Second sister, what are your plans regarding your father?"

After washing up, Mu Xue started dressing herself. She hadn't slept well last night, not sure if it was because she had slept too much during the day or because she was worried about her father's sudden return.

"Mother, I don't know," Mu Xue replied, puzzled.

For years, the villagers had been saying that she wasn't her father's child. They said it was only discovered two months after her father passed away. At first, no one in the village gossiped, since the timing matched up. It was only later that Wang Dashan's wife, Li Chunhua, couldn't stand Song Jiaojiao being pampered by Wang Chi and started spreading rumors throughout the village. In addition, Mu Xue looked eight parts like Song Jiaojiao and only two parts like Wang Chi. Over time, even those who didn't believe it at first began to waver.

Song Jiaojiao patted Mu Xue's head and said gently, "If Second Sister doesn't want to, we won't acknowledge him. We've suffered so much since he left, we can't forgive him so easily."

"Thank you, Mother." Mu Xue smiled slightly, her mood instantly improving.

"But my sister must miss Father very much. It's not impossible to forgive him." Mu Xue had seen Mu Qing silently shedding tears many times when she got up at night. It wasn't until after the severing of ties and the family's situation gradually improved that she stopped seeing her.

“Okay, Mu Xue decides. How about we invite him over for dinner tonight, observe him first, and then make a decision?” Song Jiaojiao affectionately pinched Mu Xue’s nose.

"That works too. My sister came back last night, so we can go see her."

Hearing Mu Xue agree, Song Jiaojiao finally breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to explain it.

Evening arrived quickly, and Song Jiaojiao took out her homemade wine. This wine was made from grapes from her spatial dimension, and its alcohol content was higher than that of the wines produced in workshops.

No matter how difficult it is to say something, after a few rounds of drinks, one can finally speak.

When everything was almost ready, Song Jiaojiao asked Wang Hefan to call Wang Chi. Tonight, there would be hot pot and barbecue. For this meal, Song Jiaojiao even called Meng An back from town, just to grill the barbecue.

As soon as Wang Hefan left the hospital, he saw Wang Chi standing not far from the new hospital. He didn't know how long Wang Chi had been standing there, but his hair was wet with dew.

"Dad, you've arrived, why didn't you knock?" Wang Hefan asked as he approached.

"I was just worried that if I came too early your mother wouldn't let me in, right? Did your mother call me in?" Wang Chi asked expectantly, having overheard Song Jiaojiao's words outside the courtyard.

“Yes, everything is ready, we’re just waiting for you,” Wang Hefan said.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in quickly." Wang Chi walked impatiently in front of Wang Hefan. Fortunately, the new courtyard was built relatively early, and like most houses in the village, it was not difficult for Wang Chi to find his way.

Since hot pot and barbecue both require coal, Song Jiaojiao simply moved the table to the middle of the yard and prepared to eat there, since she wouldn't feel cold with charcoal fire around.

When Song Jiaojiao saw Wang Chi arrive, she urged him to sit down at the table.

Wang Chi noticed a girl staring at him from the table. He figured this must be his youngest daughter, Mu Xue. Yesterday, he had been so focused on Song Jiaojiao that he hadn't noticed Mu Xue. It's true what they say: parents are true love, children are just an accident.

"Hehe, you must be Mu Xue, you've grown so much." Mu Xue, who is almost ten years old, is already as tall as Song Jiaojiao. This is the first time Wang Chi has seen Mu Xue.

Mu Xue didn't answer him, she just snorted and turned her head away.

Wang Chi was left standing there awkwardly, somewhat at a loss.

Mu Qing noticed Wang Chi's embarrassment, poured him a glass of wine, and said.

"Try this wine. It was made by my mother herself, and it took two years to brew."