Chapter 122: Wifey feeling

When it came to her own father, Jiang Leyi could accept the fact that her dad had become a woman, but every time she saw Jiang Lai with her neat high ponytail, that radiant and gentle face exposed as she tidied up the housework or cooked at home—

Jiang Leyi couldn’t help but think that this scene was exactly the image of the ideal mother she had always imagined.

Even though Jiang Lai now looked young, just like a newly graduated college girl, the gentle and graceful demeanor she displayed carried a strong Wife Aura.

Those beautiful eyes brimmed with warmth, tender and affectionate; even when she spoke to Jiang Leyi now, her voice was soft and gentle. Clearly, this was her father, and Jiang Leyi knew this better than anyone.

Yet whenever she faced Jiang Lai, even her own daughter’s heart would involuntarily feel pity for the gentle beauty before her.

Jiang Leyi understood that this Wife Aura stemmed from her father’s past Husbandliness, but she never expected it would bring such a huge change to her father.

In the past, Jiang Lai had given everything she had to Jiang Leyi and Chi Yingyu, devoting every bit of her energy to them for more than a decade.

Yet Jiang Lai’s heart remained thoroughly rooted in her late biological mother. When Jiang Leyi was little, she couldn’t even imagine the kind of feelings her father and mother had shared.

According to her aunt’s description, ever since her mother passed away, her father’s heart had felt as if it had died too, never able to hold anyone else again.

It could be said that her father had always left all her thoughts in the past; except for the people beside her, she had almost no warmth left to give to anyone else.

Cold and distant, even in daily life she kept everyone at arm’s length, with no one who could truly be called a friend. Everything revolved around just the two of them. If not for Jiang Leyi and her aunt’s presence in this world, her father would have had no reason to go on living.

Jiang Leyi was different from her aunt, and even more so from her father. Her deepest impression of her mother came only from a photo—a face that looked very similar to her aunt’s.

Her aunt and the woman in the photo looked strikingly alike, but apart from that, Jiang Leyi had no clear memories of her mother. Everything was so vague, so she had long since figured things out in her heart.

She sincerely hoped her father could walk out from the memories of the past. Otherwise, after she and her aunt moved on and had lives of their own, what would her father do then?

More than anyone, Jiang Leyi wished for her father to have a new life, more than anyone, she hoped someone could touch her father’s heart again and become a part of her life.

She didn’t want her father to be alone anymore. Jiang Leyi had even considered the worst-case scenario—if that person never appeared, then she would always stay by her father’s side and be his good daughter.

As for her aunt, at worst, she’d just have to act a little cuter. After all, the three of them had lived together as a family for more than ten years, and her aunt surely wanted things to go back to the way they were.

As long as the three of them could always stay together, they would be the happiest, and in Jiang Leyi’s heart, no one could ever be more important than her father and her aunt.

So as a family, they should never harbor overnight grudges, nor argue over things for more than a day. If there’s a problem, it’s best to solve it right then and there.

“Acting cutesy?”

Jiang Lai understood this term. Acting cutesy just meant acting spoiled, but why, why did her daughter want her to act spoiled like her aunt?

“But why do I need to do that?”

“Dad, sometimes you really don’t understand how girls think. Haven’t you noticed that Auntie has been sulking these past few days?”

“Your aunt has been really busy at work lately. It’s normal that she hasn’t had much energy to talk to us.”

Jiang Lai had thought her daughter was going to tell her something really important, but if it was just this, she resumed folding her clothes. Most of what had hung in the closet were autumn clothes; now that they were back, it was time to switch in the winter wear.

But as she organized things, Jiang Lai felt like something was off—was it just her imagination, or were some of her shirts missing? It seemed like she had a little less clothing… Even some other items seemed to be gone.

Could it be a thief had broken in?

But even if a thief had, would they really only take her things? Except for a few pieces of clothing, nothing else was missing.

Jiang Lai was suspicious, but this didn’t seem like something worth mentioning. She’d look for them herself; maybe she just forgot where she put them.

As Jiang Lai pondered these things, her hands never stopped sorting and folding, moving with steady, methodical rhythm.

“That can’t be, Dad. No matter how busy Auntie is, she always wants to talk to you, always wants to chat with you.”

Maybe her father didn’t realize it, but Jiang Leyi knew well that the best way to relieve her aunt’s fatigue was to let her be with her father. Even just being nearby would make her aunt a little happier.

But right now, her aunt was clearly avoiding her…

“Dad, could you put the clothes down for a moment~~”

Seeing Jiang Lai multitasking—sorting laundry while listening to her—Jiang Leyi began her own tantrum, grabbing Jiang Lai’s hand and acting up shamelessly.

“If you keep folding clothes right now, I’m going to mess up everything you just did.”

Her daughter’s childish rebellion finally got Jiang Lai’s attention. “Ley, how are you still acting like such a child, being spoiled like this?”

Jiang Lai smiled and reached out, gently stroking Jiang Leyi’s smooth hair as if soothing a kitten throwing a little fit, softly smoothing the strands that bristled the wrong way.

This moment of comfort seemed small, but Jiang Leyi looked up at her father, her breath caught in her chest.

A shaft of sunlight spilled in from the Bedroom Balcony, casting a bright beam behind Jiang Lai. Golden dust motes danced in the light, making her seem all the more beautiful, so dazzling she almost didn’t seem real. That vibrant face, those affectionate eyes gazing at her—Jiang Leyi thought it was absolutely stunning.

At this moment, her father could absolutely get by on looks alone—she always could, but in the past, the only people drawn in were those strange, wealthy older women. Just the two Jiang Leyi had met already filled her with fear.

Since looks had become her father’s greatest asset, it was time to make use of them for her plan.

“Dad, what’s the most revealing outfit you’d be willing to wear?”