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By the time he finished everything, it was nearly four in the afternoon. With only a thousand yuan left in his pocket, Ye Yiming went to the market and bought a lot of ingredients. Yiyi was at an age where she needed proper nutrition, not just noodles and fried eggs.
After preparing a sumptuous dinner, Ye Yiming went to pick up Yiyi from school. Upon arriving at the kindergarten, he couldn't find her anywhere. Panic set in as he hurriedly searched around the area, finally spotting her next to a trash bin.
Yiyi was standing on a few bricks, rummaging through the half-height garbage can. Beside her lay several empty drink bottles.
Seeing this, Ye Yiming called out, "Yiyi."
Hearing her name, Yiyi turned around.
"Ah..."
Startled to see her father standing behind her, she lost her balance and fell off the bricks.
Ye Yiming rushed over to help her up.
"Daddy..."
Yiyi was immediately flustered, forgetting about the pain as she quickly hid the empty drink bottles behind her back.
Ye Yiming frowned and asked, "Yiyi, what are you doing with those empty bottles?"
"Daddy, I..."
Yiyi dared not meet his gaze, lowering her head as she trembled slightly and said, "I wanted to collect empty bottles to sell for money... to help pay off your debts."
Boom!
Ye Yiming's heart suddenly ached, and his eyes grew misty.
Oh my god... If I can't provide a good life for my wife and daughter, then I've wasted this life!
He reached out to pat his daughter's little head, but the gesture frightened her greatly.
Yiyi shrank back in fear and stammered, "Daddy... I know I was wrong. I won't collect empty bottles anymore; I don't want to embarrass you."
She had collected bottles before but had received a harsh scolding from him for it, being told that she was bringing shame upon him.
Once again discovered by her father, how could she not be afraid?
Ye Yiming reached out and wrapped his arms around his daughter's small waist, holding her tightly in his embrace.
“Dad…”
Yiyi felt a bit at a loss.
Ye Yiming gently stroked his daughter's head and said as softly as possible, “Yiyi, how about we go sell the empty drink bottles together?”
“Really… really?”
Yiyi blinked her beautiful big eyes, looking at Ye Yiming in surprise.
“Of course!”
Ye Yiming took the empty drink bottles from Yiyi's hands and led her to the nearby recycling station.
They had a total of seven empty drink bottles, which earned them seventy cents.
Yiyi clutched the seventy cents in her small hand and calculated, “I can earn seventy cents in a day, that’s four dollars and ninety cents in a week…”
Seeing his daughter’s serious expression, Ye Yiming felt a warm surge in his heart.
Although life was poor in this world, it was incredibly warm…
When they returned home, they both froze for a moment upon opening the door.
On the living room sofa sat a woman with a haggard appearance. She was thin, and her clothes were faded from washing.
Despite this, her beauty could not be concealed.
This woman was Ye Yiming's wife, Luo Qi!
After twenty years of separation between life and death, seeing his wife again filled Ye Yiming with an indescribable sense of sorrow.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Luo Qi's cold gaze swept over.
Upon seeing her mother’s expression, Yiyi's smile abruptly vanished. She quickly climbed down from Ye Yiming's arms and stood there timidly.
Luo Qi coldly said, “Yiyi, come here!”
Yiyi's small face was filled with anxiety as she cautiously walked over and whispered, “Mom…”
"Did you give the passbook to your dad?"
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