“Ji Weitian, come on out.”

After two hours of questioning, Ji Weitian was finally free of all suspicions of children

trafficking. However, she still needed someone to bail her out before she could leave. She

had no choice but to call ‘that’ number. Only then did the police release her.

When Ji Weitian got to the exit, the sky had already darkened. A few bodyguards guarded

the door, as though afraid that she might run away again. The chauffeur opened the car door

to reveal a middle-aged man with a dark expression sitting inside. It was her biological

father, Ji Mofeng.

“Miss Ji, Sir has been waiting for you for very long…” The chauffeur said.

Ji Weitian knew there was no escaping this time, so she had no choice but to get inside. She

had only just sat down when she heard Ji Mofeng speak with repressed anger, “I tell you to

come home for once, yet I still have to come over and personally fetch you. Ji Weitian, do

you still even see me as your father?”

“…” Ji Weitian lowered her gaze and remained quiet while she got reprimanded.

She merely clenched her fists as a maelstrom of complicated feelings begin to stir inside her.

What kind of father would start questioning his daughter immediately after she had just been

released from a police station? He had done this without showing any concern for her.

This was her biological father, yet, he felt more like a stranger to her. If she could, she would

rather not have such a father at all.

The silence was suffocating as the car drove smoothly down the road.

Apart from the harsh scolding, Ji Mofeng did not say anything else.

Ji Weitian did not want to cause any further trouble for herself either. She quietly sat in the

corner of the car seat and waited to reach the Ji family’s mansion.

Once the car stopped outside the mansion, Ji Mofeng pushed the door open and stepped

out. Then, he stood outside the car and stared at Ji Weitian. She was still curled up in the

backseat of the car and was refusing to move. “Do you still need me to invite you?”

Ji Weitian took her own sweet time to crawl out of the car. When she raised her head, she

spotted the two people that she most badly did not want to see.

Her stepmother Su Sumei and her stepsister Ji Kaisui.

“My my, who is this? Our Ji family’s young lady is finally coming home!” Su Sumei’s shrill

voice could be heard even from a far distance away.

Su Sumei was Ji Mofeng’s second wife. Like her name, she looked very charming, and

although she was already in her forties, she still looked like she was in her early thirties.

After mocking Ji Weitian, she walked forward and hooked her arm onto Ji Mofeng’s. Then

she said with concern, “The temperature’s dropped again today. You’ve been out the whole

day, right? Were you cold? Suisui, why’re you still standing there? Go and get your father a

cup of hot water.”

Upon saying this, she turned back to Ji Mofeng and told him, “Although Weitian’s two years

older than Suisui, she wasn’t brought up here. She grew up with those lowly people, so her

being more wilful and obstinate is expected. Don’t be too bothered by her, or you’ll get angry

again.”

Ji Weitian was adopted when she was young, so she grew up with her foster parents who

had opened an eatery near the university. The Ji family only found her not long ago, so she

had unexpectedly gained a biological father and a condescending stepmother for no reason.

Although her foster parents were poor, they were honest and good-natured folks who took

care of her as if she was their own; they really took care of everything for her. Ji Weitian

could tolerate anything, except when it came to other people insulting them.

Before she could explode, Ji Mofeng interrupted Su Sumei in his deep voice, “Those people

are no longer important. Why do you still mention them? Are you afraid that others will not

have known that I have a daughter who was brought up by marketplace peasants?”

Upon hearing these words, Ji Weitian almost burst out laughing from anger.

Although in their eyes, her foster parents were unworthy of being mentioned, they were still

the ones who had brought her up through thick and thin. So what if they were marketplace

peasants? Without her so-called marketplace peasants, she would probably have died a

long time ago.

Back then, where was this so-called father of hers?