There's a saying in storytelling: "The old dragon lies resting on the sand; a single phrase awakens the dreamer."
Wang Meilan's words made Zhao Jun come to his senses instantly.
Of course!
No matter what, that was his own father.
Zhao Youcai's personality might have been a bit odd, and his way of expressing paternal love was unconventional, but Zhao Jun knew that in his father's heart, he, as his son, was still incredibly important.
In his previous life, after his mother passed away, Zhao Youcai remarried in less than a year. But he built Zhao Jun a large, three-room, tile-roofed house, spending seven or eight thousand yuan.
That amount of money couldn't have come from just his and Wang Meilan's savings of half a lifetime; it must have also included the private stash of cash he'd hidden in his padded jackets and pants for so many years.
