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Qiao Qinghe watched the scene before him, a sense of suffocation constricting his chest, the clothes he held in his hands feeling even heavier.

These people, his own offspring and wife, blaming him, blaming him…

Years ago, when a flood struck his hometown, he led his wife, children, and fellow villagers to seek refuge in the north. However, one day, his wife, who was carrying their young son, accidentally fell into the rapid currents. Despite his desperate attempts to rescue them, he returned empty-handed.

Sunk in despair, he spent his days in a daze, eventually losing track of his group, ending up in Anping Village.

At that time, he was feverish and collapsed on the roadside. It was his father-in-law, the patriarch of the Sun Family, who took him in, paid for his treatment, helped him settle down, and then, through a drunken mistake, he was forced to marry into the Sun family as a son-in-law.

It seemed he had found a new life, but he never truly recovered from the death of his wife and son.

Gradually, the true colors of the Sun Family began to emerge: their kindness had been feigned, a ploy to keep him with them.

Back home, the Qiao Family had been fairly well-off, and he was a scholar preparing for the exams to become a gifted scholar. Now, he had become an in-law of the Sun Family in this strange place.

His once gentle and virtuous wife had been replaced by the shrewish Mrs. Sun.

His lively and lovely son, never got the chance to explore the world before he passed away.

His once lofty ambitions were crushed into dust by harsh reality.

For the first few years, he was plagued by a trapped sense of depression, which affected his health, often requiring medication, and he neglected the education of his children.

He had treated Sun Junyan as his lost eldest son, yet, in order to allow Sun Junyan to study, he had condoned Mrs. Sun’s bullying of Qiao Changshun and his family.

Only when he heard Qiao Xiaomai’s reprimand to Sun Junyan after yet another attempt to rob Changshun’s family, did he realize the gravity of his mistakes.

Amongst his children, the only one who had turned out decent was Qiao Changshun.

Yet, he, as their father, had allowed Changshun to be oppressed for all these years.

It was his fault for misjudging character.

It was his fault for oppressing one son for the sake of another. With such a disgruntled family, he deserved this…

Returning the clothes to the room, he silently walked into the courtyard. Only a small portion of fish and chicken claws was left – what Mrs. Sun had specially saved for him.

Over the years, no matter how unruly Mrs. Sun became, she had always served him dutifully.

“Old man, eat,” Mrs. Sun mouthed, while stuffing a steamed bun into her mouth, signaling him to start eating.

“Dazhu, come here,” he ignored Mrs. Sun, beckoning Qiao Dazhu over, and handed over the remaining fish and chicken claws to his eldest grandson.

Of his family gathered here, his eldest grandson Dazhu was the only one who had turned out decent.

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun pouted and grumbled, “Why not let us have our meals at Changshun’s house in the future?”

“During the split, you insisted on following Junyan,” retorted Qiao Qinghe coldly.

Typically, the parents would live with the eldest son after the family separates; but back then, Mrs. Sun insisted on living with Junyan.

“I am following Xiaowu, but what’s wrong with going to Changshun’s house for a meal? I am his biological mother, I raised him through hardship,” Mrs. Sun defensively reasoned.

No matter how much she had neglected Qiao Changshun, at the very least, he had grown up safe and sound. This debt of motherhood weighed heavier than a mountain!

Qiao Qinghe’s expression froze, his gaze sharp as a knife, “If you dare to go, I’ll break your legs!”

After being blindsided and oppressing Qiao Changshun’s family for over a decade, it was now his turn to make up for it..