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He still remembered the year he adopted Yaxin, when he had just returned from studying in the UK. At that time, he was full of ambition and enthusiasm, eager to venture out and make a name for himself.
However, his father firmly insisted that he stay, citing the livelihoods of dozens of people in the Shen Family and the workers at the perfume factory.
From then on, he reluctantly navigated through the bustling world of commerce filled with vice and temptation.
Being young and fearless, he often achieved success through his talent and intelligence, but unknowingly offended quite a few people along the way.
One cannot always be fortunate; once he fell behind in the business world, he naturally had to humble himself and please others.
He met Yaxin one evening while apologizing to an elder, spending the entire night flattering and appeasing at the dinner table.
After the gathering, he felt quite dissatisfied, so he instructed the driver to leave first and chose to walk home alone to gather his thoughts.
The night was deep, and the surroundings were eerily quiet; there wasn't a single light on the street, only the silvery moonlight draping like a veil over the cobblestones.
The only sound on the street was his lonely and somewhat heavy footsteps.
The night breeze gently brushed against his cheeks, gradually sweeping away the frustration in his heart. Shen Yichen found himself lost in this rare tranquility until he realized he had strayed from his path home.
Just as he was about to turn back, a faint, almost imperceptible moan reached his ears.
A chill swept through him, causing his body to stiffen momentarily. He quickly confirmed it was a child's voice, weak and fragile, as if it could vanish at any moment.
Though he was an atheist, he still felt a twinge of fear towards certain supernatural events. Yet, that intense curiosity clawed at his heart like a cat's paw, making it impossible for him to resist.
In the end, he mustered his courage and followed the sound, leading him to find Yaxin curled up in a corner.
At that moment, Yaxin resembled a pitiful, newly grown puppy—thin and frail, nothing but skin and bones.
A sharp pain pierced his heart, and he dared not dwell on it. Without hesitation, he bent down and picked her up, then turned and hurriedly knocked on the town doctor’s door late into the night. Fortunately, after the doctor examined her, it was discovered that she was not seriously ill; she had simply been starved for too long and was extremely weak.
He still remembered the moment she slowly awakened in his arms. Her tiny head lifted slightly, and her first words were, “Why did you take so long to come back? Don’t you want Yaxin anymore?”
Her tender voice was filled with endless grievance and dependence.
Looking into her tear-filled eyes, Shen Yichen felt as if something had tightly gripped his heart. He instinctively replied, “No.”
Upon hearing this, Yaxin's eyes instantly brightened. With a quivering voice, she said, “Yaxin misses Father. Can we promise never to be apart again?”
When Shen Yichen met her gaze, he felt somewhat powerless, as if drawn by an invisible force. He found himself responding without thinking, “Okay.”
From that day on, he had a seven-year-old daughter named Yaxin.
And that year, he was only seventeen.
“Father, where are the things?”
Shen Yichen was entangled in a whirlpool of memories when he was suddenly bumped by Yaxin, jolting him back to reality. He quickly regained his composure and asked, "What is it?"
Yaxin extended her delicate, fair fingers in front of him, wearing a playful expression as if she were demanding payment. "Where's the rouge box?"
Seeing her adorable demeanor, Shen Yichen felt mischievous and deliberately replied, "Didn’t you say you didn’t want it?"
Pouting her rosy lips, Yaxin feigned reluctance and said, "Yaxin doesn’t want to disappoint Father. You know Miss Ye wouldn’t like such things. I heard your sister follows her around all day; she must not be interested in this kind of stuff. If you give it to your cousin, she might misunderstand."
Shen Yichen couldn't help but smile at her quirky words. He placed the rouge box in her hands and gently tapped her nose, his eyes filled with affection. "Yaxin really puts in a lot of thought."
"Being able to relieve Father’s worries is my greatest happiness," Yaxin replied with a bright smile, clasping the rouge box tightly as if it were a treasure.
As they spoke, they had already entered the hall where Chang Ma approached with medicine in hand. She slightly bowed to Shen Yichen and said, "Miss, the medicine is ready."
Yaxin had been frail since childhood and relied on herbal remedies for nourishment. She had been drinking them for many years, but recently she suddenly began to resist taking her medicine, often sneaking out during medication time and disappearing for half the day.
To address this, Shen Yichen specifically instructed the servants to keep a close watch on her, which led Chang Ma to take on this task that Yaxin disliked.
Fortunately, Yaxin's temperament was variable; after some time, she returned to normal. However, Chang Ma's habit of urging her to take medicine could not be changed.
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