“I’ve always had simple requirements for my daughter-in-law,” Summer Father looked at his son seriously, “as long as she’s pure and doesn’t have the materialistic thoughts of modern women, the doors of the Summer family will always be open.” A woman who could tolerate his unfaithfulness for eight years, her sincerity and persistence must be beyond doubt. This point alone should be enough. “Thank you, Dad.”
Whispers of “The CEO Wants to Play a Game” Epilogue
“Sister, I already called Mom yesterday, and she doesn’t blame you. She’ll stand on our side; as for Dad…” Xinmei sighed, “Mom doesn’t dare to mention it, we have to say it ourselves.”
“Well, it’s okay. We’ll have to face it sooner or later.” Sticking out one’s neck is a knife, drawing it back is also a knife. Better to get it over with quickly.
“I’m telling you, Brother Gao, we appreciate your help, but you need to be mentally prepared!” Xinmei kindly warned him.
“Prepared for what?” Gao Yizhe raised an eyebrow.
“Our father has a bad temper. I’m worried that when he hears about it, he’ll immediately rush over and throw a flying punch at you…”
“I know how to dodge,” he smiled.
Because of the unexpected pregnancy and the fact that the other party isn’t taking responsibility, it would be a huge blow to their conservative father. So they decided to ask Gao Yizhe to play the role of a fake father, and later break up citing personality differences, hoping this might make Mr. Qi feel better.
“We’re home.” Standing at the front door, Xinluo took a light breath, suddenly feeling a strange sense of nervousness approaching home.
“Dad!”
“We’re back.” Understanding her sister’s difficulty, Xinmei walked in first, “Dad?”
“I’m here, no need to call,” the authoritative Qi father stood at the entrance, wiping his waist while looking at his eldest daughter who was already pregnant.
“Dad… I’m back.” Eventually, she still had to face it: Xinluo called out softly.
“…” Qi’s father raised his eyebrows slightly, saying nothing.
“Uncle Qi,” Gao Yizhe greeted quickly.
True to his professorial status, he had an imposing presence without anger, like facing a professor back in university days.
“Who is he?” Qi’s father asked, looking at Xinluo.
