Selling Yourself to Pay Your Gambling Debts: The Rich and the Young Buy a Wife

That's right. My daughter married a sick young master of the Si family. She must have no status in the Si family. There are so many brothers and sisters in the Si family. It's strange that the daughter didn't get bullied. Besides, if she was bullied, her seriously ill husband would

Can't help!

Why didn't he think of this in the first place?

Because she was angry with her father, Wang Yue'er never returned home or called home since she entered the Si family. How did Wang Yaowen know that the husband Wang Yue'er married had already recovered from health long ago.

"Dad, I can't explain this to you clearly, so don't ask. I'm a little tired now and want to take a rest!" Wang Yue'er didn't have the time to accompany her father to continue doing hygiene.

She hadn't slept all night, and now she was terribly sleepy.

Turning around, he entered his room.

"Child! Child!" Wang Yaowen called from behind.

But the door slammed shut.

The room still looked the same as when she left it. Unlike the living room at home, her room was spotless, including the desk.

Wang Yuer suddenly understood something.

Although her father did not clean other rooms, he kept cleaning her room alone.

Something warm flowed through my heart, but my eyes were moist.

Perhaps, her attitude towards her father should be better. At least, he has her as his daughter in his heart.

She dove into bed, the quilt had a faint fragrance, and a man as lazy as her father actually helped her wash the quilt.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

When she woke up, it was starting to get dark.

Dragging her tired body, she turned on the light and opened the door. Only the unique smell of food at home came, which was the smell of food cooked by her father.

There were three simple dishes and one soup on the table. The living room had been scrubbed and looked brand new, returning to the way it looked when she lived there before.

Wang Yaowen stood in front of the dining table with a look of shame on his face, and said apologetically: "Yue'er, are you awake? It was a rare time for you to come back, and I should have bought a table full of dishes for you to eat, but my father lost all his money again.

, after this meal, I don’t know where the next meal will be! Dad deserves to die!"

As he said this, he slapped himself in the face.

"Dad!" Wang Yuer called.

Suddenly she felt moved and threw herself into her father's arms.

"Dad, as long as you promise me that after this time, you will find a good job and never gamble again, I won't blame you for what you did in the past. I can stop caring about everything in the past, okay?

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"Okay, dad promises you that this time he will do what he says. But Yue'er, tell dad honestly, have you really been kicked out of the Si family and will you never go back there again?"

"I won't come back!" Wang Yuer forced a smile.

"If you don't come back, you won't come back! After all, Master Si is also a patient, so it won't do any good if you go! By the way, do they want you to pay them back the gift money?" This is what Wang Yaowen is most worried about.

If he were asked to return more than 200,000 yuan, he wouldn't be able to get out a penny.

"No!"

"Then I'm relieved! By the way, daughter, the seriously ill young master probably didn't take advantage of you?" Mr. Si suddenly realized something.

If the daughter had been taken advantage of and thrown out, she would be worth much more than the two hundred thousand.

"nor!"

"That's good! That's good! Let me tell you, legend has it that he is so sick that he has no power to do anything to you!"

"Dad, what are you talking about!" Wang Yuer's face turned red.