Although Jiang Zhenjun was in dire straits and desperately short of money, Jiang Nanfang possessed a substantial fortune.
However, she would not give him a single cent.
She could never forget how Jiang Zhenjun had treated her and her mother when they were alone and helpless.
Therefore, everything that had happened today was a fitting retribution.
Sitting in the security booth, she chatted with someone for a while, gathering detailed information about Jiang Zhenjun's situation in recent years.
Jiang Nanfang couldn't quite articulate her feelings.
To be honest, there was joy, but also sadness. A mix of emotions.
It was truly lamentable to see the three people who had once become a family through love now reduced to such a state.
Jiang Nanfang decided to visit her mother's grave the next day.
She would rest well for the night and then make further plans.
Unexpectedly, as she drove back to the entrance of the residential complex, Jiang Zhenjun was waiting for her.
Ever since she was a child and had any impression of Jiang Zhenjun, this philandering man had paid great attention to his image.
He was slender and tall, dressed neatly and impeccably, and his hair and beard were always perfectly groomed, making him stand out among men his age.
This was also one of the reasons why, despite his heartlessness towards her mother, she had still been infatuated with him.
He had an excellent physique and appearance, which one had to admit.
Even after Jiang Nanfang had rushed to his house to confront him that day, he had managed to remain well-dressed and meticulous.
The strictness and seriousness with which a scumbag managed his image were admirable.
However, today he was not like that at all.
If he hadn't stood up and called out Jiang Nanfang's name, she wouldn't have been able to connect him with Jiang Zhenjun at all.
In the dim light of the night, he wore a black t-shirt that hung loosely on him.
The collar, whether torn by someone or stretched out from prolonged wear, was tattered and misshapen.
His hair was messy, piled on his forehead. His beard, unkempt for who knows how long, was dark and thick, covering half his face and his entire chin.
In short, his entire demeanor at that moment looked utterly dejected.
He resembled the deliberately portrayed image of a man in a movie who had suffered a major setback and fallen into despair.
Jiang Nanfang stopped and looked up at him.
He hurriedly finished the last puff of his cigarette, tossed the butt on the ground, stomped it out, and ran towards her with a fawning smile.
"Nanfang, you're back."
From childhood to adulthood, he either called Jiang Nanfang a useless burden when arguing with her mother, or he would call her a "dead girl" along with Zeng Jiahui, or simply use her name.
He had never called her by her nickname so gently before.
Jiang Nanfang instantly got goosebumps.
She had only lived in this apartment for a few days, and Jiang Zhenjun had already found her here, which showed he had some means.
Jiang Nanfang instinctively took two steps back, adopting a defensive stance.
"How did you know I lived here? What do you want?"
Jiang Zhenjun took a step closer, his long legs moving towards her with a pitiful expression.
"Darling, I apologize for what happened that day."
"I'm sorry, Dad was impulsive. It's been a long, long time since we father and daughter sat down to chat peacefully and share our thoughts. Give Dad a chance today, consider it an apology, and let's chat, okay?"
Heh.
Jiang Nanfang almost burst out laughing.
Darling? Father and daughter?
She had never heard him use such sickening terms of endearment for her.
Could he have lost his mind and mistaken her for Zeng Jiahui?
And he wanted to chat with her?
If Zhan Beijue hadn't appeared with the children that night.
If he didn't know how powerful Jiang Nanfang was now.
Would he still be speaking to her with such a pleasant attitude?
A person who valued his pride less than paper is my biological father!
For the ten-thousandth time, Jiang Nanfang felt pity for her blind mother.
"I know what you want to talk about, but I don't want to talk to you."
"Jiang Zhenjun, you don't need to grovel and beg me with such a pitiful look. With your genes, I was born with a heart as hard as yours."
"Once I've made up my mind, I won't change it even if you bash your head until it bleeds or wear your mouth down to the bone. Especially when it concerns my mother, don't even think about it!"
After all, he was an elder, and he had come this far to ask for her help. To her surprise, she remained so heartless.
Jiang Zhenjun was immediately annoyed.
But thinking of his wife and son, and his company, he suppressed his anger.
He walked up to Jiang Nanfang and, for the first time, reached out to place his hand on her shoulder.
"Nanfang..."
"Take your dirty hands off!"
"...I know you hate me. I failed to fulfill my responsibility as a father to you since you were little. I was wrong, I'm scum, and it's right for you to hate me."
"But no matter what, your mother is gone. May the deceased rest in peace, and the living shouldn't live in hatred forever."
"After all, I am your father, a fact that cannot be changed. At least give me a chance, let's sit down and talk. Dad promises not to say anything that will upset you, okay?"
Jiang Nanfang had to admit that the moment Jiang Zhenjun's hand touched her shoulder, she felt a slight dizziness.
For someone who had never experienced fatherly love or affection from the opposite sex.
A tall, handsome, gently repentant father lowering himself to her with such tender affection was the most devastating thing in the world.
In an instant, accompanied by his kind tone, the whole world seemed to become much more peaceful.
But as soon as his hand was removed from her shoulder, Jiang Nanfang immediately sobered up.
What was there to be happy about? What was worth cherishing?
Those hands of his had slapped her mother's face countless times, and her own body.
He had showered Zeng Jiahui with tenderness and romance countless times.
What was there to forgive about such a scumbag?
After committing so many mistakes, he thought a few sweet words could wipe the slate clean? What a dream.
Don't be foolish!
Don't, don't be soft-hearted towards men!
Being soft-hearted towards men leads to misfortune. Don't end up like your mother!
Keeping her distance, Jiang Nanfang took a few steps back and composed herself.
"I'll say it one last time, I have nothing to say to you."
"If you truly repent, then hand over the property my maternal grandmother left behind and the contract for my mother's burial plot. Out of consideration for the inheritance, I might even call you 'Dad'."
"But if you neither want to give the inheritance nor ask me for anything else, Jiang Zhenjun, you're dreaming."
"...How can you be like this, child..."
"I already know what has happened to you all these years, and I know what you fear most right now. If you don't give me the things, I'll find people to cause trouble at your house tomorrow and ruin your company completely."
"If you still want to keep your last property and maintain a shred of dignity, Jiang Zhenjun, tonight is your last chance."
"..."
"Since you could find my address, you can definitely find my phone number. Think carefully. Call me when you've made up your mind."
With that, Jiang Nanfang got back into her car without looking back.