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On a summer day, Ouyang Zhirou was strolling through the park with her mother.
"Mom, look at how bright the stars are in the sky!"
Her mother looked up at the spot Zhirou was pointing to and replied, "Yes, they are bright." She then squatted down to look at Zhirou and said, "Did you know you have a husband you haven't met yet?"
"Mom, is he like Dad?"
Her mother laughed, "Yes, just like your dad. I've even done some research on him! Remember this: you must marry him. Your father can be a bit reckless, and I worry that he might face challenges in the future. Only your husband can help us with that, do you understand?"
"Mom, why would Dad face challenges?" Zhirou asked, confused. "Are you saying that because of something?"
Her mother gently patted Zhirou's head and said affectionately, "Don't worry about it now. When you grow up, you'll understand. By then, I'll be like a star in the sky watching over you. I will always protect you and ensure that our Zhirou never suffers any injustice."
At that time, Zhirou was still too young to grasp the meaning behind her mother's words; she simply thought it was amazing that her mom could become a star.
"Wow, Mom becoming a star is so cool! I want to be a star too!"
Her mother smiled but her eyes were filled with sorrow.
However, good times did not last long. Shortly after, Zhirou's mother passed away from cancer. Even someone as wealthy as Ouyang Xiong could not save her; he could only watch helplessly as her life slipped away bit by bit.
Ouyang Xiong had worked hard all his life, yet he couldn't even save his beloved wife. In the end, he was left with nothing but grief and despair. After this tragedy, he never remarried; his remaining daughter was his only treasure and everything to him. This is why he became less daring than he used to be—everything he did was for Ouyang Zhirou!
As a result of these events, Zhirou's personality changed drastically. She was no longer the obedient little girl she had been when her mother was alive; she became reclusive and eccentric.
She once asked her father about Zhao Lun, the man her mother had mentioned when she was younger. But her father only replied that she would meet him when she was older. After Zhao Lun's birthday passed, Ouyang Xiong immediately informed her about him, prompting her to send an invitation to meet her unseen fiancé.
This led to her actions at the banquet; even though she had promised her mother, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with someone she deemed useless.
Zhao Lun passed her tests—he was self-respecting and organized in his actions, never letting his temper dictate his behavior. Moreover, after being spoiled for so long, he stood out as a striking figure wherever he went. Only he dared to confront her directly, which piqued her interest.
As these thoughts crossed Ouyang Zhirou's mind, tears streamed down her face. "Mom, I found the person you mentioned! He seems pretty good."
Meanwhile, Zhao Lun sat in his car replaying those moments in his mind; the more he tried to suppress them, the more they resurfaced.
Zhirou's vibrant personality contrasted sharply with his own quiet demeanor; yet there was something comforting about being around her. Her adorable charm made it hard for anyone not to feel drawn to her.
Lin Mu Xi felt like the girl next door—sunny and cheerful—making it easy for him to forget any worries while they were together.
No, no, what am I thinking? How could I have such thoughts! Zhao Lun, you really are a fool.
I grabbed my hair and kept hitting my head. This doesn't make any sense! Clearly, it was their doing; why should I have to endure this torment?
Before I knew it, I had arrived at my doorstep. Even before I opened the door, the sounds of two men arguing came from inside.
"Old Zhao is really bold this time, daring to argue with Grandpa!"
I instinctively blurted that out, but then I thought about it carefully. Wait a minute! How could Old Zhao dare to argue with Grandpa? Unless he was tired of living. So who was it that was arguing?
I leaned against the door to eavesdrop.
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