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Sang Zhilan finally realized something: that girl was also her daughter. As long as Tang Yuxin acknowledged her, nothing bad would happen, nothing at all. What could Tang Zhinian do even if he found out? He still loved his daughter and wouldn’t allow his daughter’s mother to be disgraced or become an object of public scorn, right?

Yet, Tang Yuxin turned her face away. With a calm expression, she stayed close to her father. Right now, both of them exuded an air of melancholy and were rigidly unapproachable.

At that moment, Tang Zhinian stopped, and then lifted his daughter onto his shoulders.

“Xinxin, would you like some bread? Daddy can buy you some,” said Tang Zhinian, with a smile on his face. He affectionately tousled his daughter’s hair, but his eyes were full of sadness, ready to overflow.

He was still upset, indeed quite aggrieved.

“Alright,” Yuxin tightened her grip on daddy’s fingers and accompanied him into the store. Given the rare opportunity of visiting the city, Tang Zhinian bought a lot of things for his daughter. Though there wasn’t much in the way of snacks available at the time, things like bread, peanuts, and milk candies were some of the few options available.

And Tang Zhinian bought them all, with no mind to the cost.

He then took his daughter to the department store, intending to buy her some clothes, as all her new clothes had been taken away by Sang Zhilan. Now, as the weather was warming up, Tang Yuxin had nothing to wear.

They had arrived empty-handed, but upon departing, carried a heap of shopping bags.

“Brother, how is everything?”

Tang Zhinian had been waiting for his older brother to come back. He had been waiting nearly all day; was something wrong? Just when he was growing restless, Tang Zhinian finally returned with Tang Yuxin.

He quickly took Yuxin from Zhinian’s arms. Seeing that she had already fallen asleep and that his elder brother was carrying many shopping bags, he proposed an idea.

“Zhijun, move back home,” Tang Zhinian, after putting the shopping bags away, straightforwardly suggested this to his brother.

“Okay,” Tang Zhinian agreed without asking further questions. But the fact that his elder brother could say such words implied that the marriage had ended. Back when his elder brother got married, the Sang family, in addition to demanding an excessive dowry, had also insisted that Tang Zhijun move out. At that time, Tang Zhinian had refused, saying that there was no reason his younger brother should have to leave his own home.

Still, in the end, Tang Zhijun had indeed moved out. He knew that if he didn’t, his elder brother wouldn’t be able to get married.

Now it had been more than four years since he lived in the family home; in the interim, he had been living in a small, dilapidated house in the village. Now, he finally got to move back home, yet he couldn’t bring himself to feel happy about it.

If the price of moving back in was his elder brother’s divorce, he would rather live in that dilapidated house in the field for the rest of his life.

Tang Zhinian didn’t say much else. He locked his household registration, ID card, and divorce certificate in a cupboard. After all the preparations, he breathed out a long sigh of relief. Really, he thought, what was the big deal?

He had planned on going there to get a divorce anyway. Regardless of the reason, he and Sang Zhilan were simply incompatible. The divorce was inevitable.

Since the divorce was unavoidable, why dwell on the past?

However, he felt somewhat comforted, at least his daughter, his precious Xinxin, was still by his side. He still had a daughter, he still looked forward to seeing her grow up, and he could still carry on with his life.

Tang Zhijun moved back home with his scant belongings. They had three large tiled rooms at home. One was used for storage, and the other two were living quarters. Tang Zhinian moved into the room he used to live in, which had not been inhabited for a long time since the Sang family members used it when they visited. He settled his bedding there.