But as Wen Jiao listened to Wen Yongwei's words, tears surged even more uncontrollably.
She shook her head, choking out, "I'm not... I'm not a good daughter, I always worry you, I've done many wrong things, I've also been thoughtless, all these years, from childhood to now, I've never thought to share the burden on your shoulders, only knowing how to indulge in pleasure…"
Wen Jiao judged herself with the harshest words.
Yet Wen Yongwei's gaze remained so kind, he gently said, "Jiaojiao, do you think... if Dad really wanted to train you into a so-called elite, making you capable like Bian Yue, would Dad have spoiled you like this?"
Wen Jiao shed tears, grievously pulling Wen Yongwei's hand to her face, her voice trembling, "You want me to be a happy person."
