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77: Chapter 072 [Father and Daughter] 77: Chapter 072 [Father and Daughter] Night fell, city lights twinkled on, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom, flanked by two Audi Q7s, drove slowly into the Purple Garden Noble Area, heading for Villa No.

18 along the wealthy neighborhood’s roads.

A middle-aged man sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, holding a pipe in his hand and gently puffing on it.

With the neon lights streaming into the car, it was evident that the man was wearing a Tang suit, had broad shoulders, and appeared very sturdy.

His square face was as if chiseled, with sharp and distinct features, and dark, thick eyebrows, resembling Guan Yu from the Three Kingdoms.

Due to years of practicing boxing, his knuckles were mostly worn smooth.

However…

his hands were not as smooth as Ye Fan’s; instead, they were covered in dead skin and calluses.

These were the marks of hitting wooden stakes.

In the quiet car, the man seemed troubled by something on his mind, furrowing his brows slightly with a flickering gaze.

“Little Four, do you think the Nanqinghong would capitalize on Ruoshui’s trip to Hanghu for the gaming competition?”

Just as the Rolls-Royce Phantom was about to reach Villa No.

18, the middle-aged man came back to his senses, tapped the ash from his pipe, and asked the driver.

“Brother Chen, I think they would.”

The driver, nicknamed Little Four, glanced at the middle-aged man through the rearview mirror and saw him looking undecided, which made him sigh inwardly.

He sighed because he knew there was only one person in the world who could make the man behind him so conflicted—Situ Ruoshui!

This was the dilemma of a father worrying about his daughter!

“Then you go with Ruoshui to Hanghu, you must ensure her safety!” The car stopped, and Situ Chen made a decision.

Little Four hesitated for a moment before shaking his head, “Brother Chen, if I go, your safety can’t be guaranteed.

I suggest not letting the miss go to Hanghu.”

“Sigh.”

Upon hearing this, Situ Chen sighed helplessly, “Ruoshui has only had gaming as a hobby since she was young.

If I can’t even allow her this one pleasure, I can’t do it.”

“Brother Chen, if that’s the case, then let Haotian take people to accompany Ruoshui there.

Haotian is always careful with his actions, and with the Sky Army there for support, there should be no danger,” Little Four hesitated before suggesting.

Situ Chen frowned at Little Four.

Little Four sighed, “Brother Chen, I’m afraid Lin Tianyi will play a move like ‘luring the tiger away from the mountain’ and then ‘cutting off the source’, making a move against you.”

“Ruoshui’s mother has already left because of me; I can’t just watch her be in danger!” Situ Chen said with a low tone, his fists tightening involuntarily.

After pondering for a moment, Little Four said, “Brother Chen, have Haotian bring Xiao Jiu and a few more capable hands, and with the Sky Army ready for support, unless Lin Tianyi sends a Postnatal Perfection expert, there won’t be any danger.

And…

you should know that the Postnatal Perfection experts are all renowned figures in Jianghu who wouldn’t stoop to something shameful like kidnapping!”

“That’s true, but Lin Tianyi has always been unscrupulous in achieving his goals.

I’m afraid he might not care about his reputation!” Situ Chen was still somewhat uneasy, seemingly reluctant to see history repeat itself.

“If he’s really determined to go through with it, then you might protect Ruoshui for the moment, but you can’t protect her forever,” Little Four bluntly stated.

Situ Chen was shaken, left speechless.

As the godfather figure in the Yangtze River Delta underworld, he had quite a few capable people under him, but only Little Four had reached the realm of the Postnatal Perfection.

In that case, if Lin Tianyi, the Ruler of the Nanqinghong, insisted on targeting Situ Ruoshui by sending a Postnatal Perfection expert, he wouldn’t be able to guard against it.

After a long silence, Situ Chen finally agreed to Little Four’s suggestion, deciding to let his sworn son Situ Haotian lead a team to protect Situ Ruoshui on her trip to Hanghu for the national electronic sports contest.

With the decision made, Situ Chen relaxed considerably, adjusted his emotions, and then got out of the car to walk towards the main building of the villa.

“Mr.

Situ.”

In the dining room, Aunt Yang was tidying up the dishes.

Seeing Situ Chen return, she quickly greeted him.

“Where’s Ruoshui?”

“Miss went upstairs after dinner,” Aunt Yang said, hesitating for a moment before adding, “Mr.

Situ, Miss is in a bad mood tonight.”

“Oh?” Situ Chen was taken aback.

“What happened?”

During dinner, Miss mentioned she wanted to go to Lingyin Temple to make a wish…” Aunt Yang didn’t finish her sentence, but she believed Situ Chen would understand her meaning—the mother of Situ Ruoshui used to make and fulfill wishes there every year.

As expected, upon hearing Aunt Yang say this, Situ Chen furrowed his brows and quickened his pace up the stairs.

Soon, Situ Chen arrived at the doorway of Situ Ruoshui’s room on the second floor.

Through the gap in the door, he could clearly see Situ Ruoshui holding a stuffed doll, leaning against the head of the bed, lost in thought.

Under the light, her usually cheerful and adorable face now harbored no laughter, only a trace of sorrow that tugged at one’s heartstrings.

Seeing this, a pang of pain shot through Situ Chen’s heart.

After a moment…

he composed himself, gently knocked on the door, and entered without waiting for Situ Ruoshui to speak.

“Dad.”

Situ Ruoshui glanced blankly at the doorway.

Seeing it was Situ Chen, she appeared surprised, as if…

she had not expected Situ Chen to come back.

Realizing this, Situ Chen’s heart was instantly filled with self-reproach—his special identity meant he lived a life far more exhausting than ordinary people, with endless matters awaiting his attention each day, so much so that over the past few years, he spent very little time with Situ Ruoshui…

very little…

“Why aren’t you playing games today?” Situ Chen asked, trying to suppress his guilt and mustering a forced smile.

“I have a competition in Hanghu early tomorrow morning, so I have to get to bed early tonight,” Situ Ruoshui obediently replied.

“Right, good rest is important to be in top form for the competition tomorrow.” Situ Chen moved to the bedside, sat down, and gently caressed Situ Ruoshui’s nose, asking, “Are you confident about winning the championship?”

“Dad is looking down on people, oh, our Barbie Team is the most formidable!” Situ Ruoshui pouted, her face brimming with pride.

“Look at you, getting all cocky.” Situ Chen smiled, then hesitated before asking, “I heard from Aunt Yang that you want to make a wish at Lingyin Temple?”

“Mhm.”

Situ Ruoshui nodded gently, the joy on her face slowly fading.

“Why do you want to make a wish at Lingyin Temple?” Situ Chen asked, his tone revealing an undercurrent of concern.

His concern stemmed from the fact that he thought if Situ Ruoshui was merely participating in an e-sports competition, it would not be easy for the people of Nanqinghong to scheme against her, but if Situ Ruoshui were to go to Lingyin Temple, it would be different—although Lingyin was located on the west side of West Lake with sparse visitors, it would be easy for the people of Nanqinghong to ambush her there.

“Mom said that making a wish at Lingyin Temple is the most efficacious,” Situ Ruoshui said softly, her head lowered as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Is that so…”

A pain touched Situ Chen’s heart.

After careful consideration, he said, “Ruoshui, how about this, let’s not go to Lingyin Temple this time.

How about dad accompanies you during the October holiday, okay?”

“Not okay,” Situ Ruoshui shook her head.

“Why not?”

“I haven’t dreamed of Mom for a long time, and I want Buddha to bless me so I can dream of her soon,” Situ Ruoshui trembled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of a sob.

Situ Chen opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words to say, instead, he reached out and pulled Situ Ruoshui into his embrace.

“I miss Mom, I miss her so much.”

Leaning against Situ Chen’s chest, Situ Ruoshui wept.