Chapter 27

As soon as we stepped outside, I was dumbfounded.

A Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance, and if I remembered correctly, the license plate number was 8888, which belonged to my father.

Ten minutes later, Jason invited my father into the office to have tea.

"Rachel, come here," my father sat across from me and called me in a low voice.

I looked at Jason, he was staring at me, not wanting me to go.

I could only obediently stay where I was and not move.

My father remained calm too, as if he had expected everything. He waved his hand and one of the bodyguards behind him brought out a box and placed it on the table.

Then, my father reached out and pushed the box towards Jason.

"Ten million USD, return my daughter to me."

Jason didn't say anything, he glanced at me and finally took the box, roughly taking a look inside.

"To be honest, there's no need to talk about money," he lightly said.

"What, still not enough? Don't take advantage!" My father suddenly became angry.

"Dad..." I softly called my father.

"Rachel, you don't have to be afraid of him, come over here," my father said as he tried to pull me over, "You come here, it's the rule of law society now, what can he do to you?"

Jason looked at me, couldn't help but smirk, leaning back and comfortably leaning against the sofa, watching the show.

"Dad, I still owe him some money, I... I can't go back with you," I whispered.

"How much?"

"Let me calculate, it's probably over twenty thousand."

"Your father is making a comeback, what's that amount?" my father said as he took out three bundles of money and slammed them in front of Jason.

"Now, is it enough?"

Jason looked at the money, shrugged his hands, "I have no problem, ask her."

And then everyone's eyes were on me.

"Rachel, what's the red mark on your neck?" my father furrowed his brows and asked me, "Jason, did you dare to hit my girl?"

I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

And Jason was still smirking.

"Is your girl so easy to provoke? I have just as many marks on my neck as she does," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his collarbone, which was adorned with an array of hickeys.

I remembered last night, I hugged him and tried to bite him, but he stopped me.

"Don't bite," he covered my mouth, "how can we show our face at the car repair shop tomorrow?"

"But, I read in the novel that boys like it when girls do this. Uncle, do you not like me?"

"It's not that I don't like you, why are you so childish?" he sighed, "come on, a little lower, otherwise you'll be laughed at for another year."

So, unabashedly, I left a series of imprints on his collarbone, forming a peach heart.

Now looking at it, that area has turned purple.

It has become a purple peach heart.

"Rachel, did you hit him too?" my father asked me.

I didn't speak yet.

"Good hit, you should have, who allowed you to tie up my daughter, Mr. Green's daughter, she's not someone to mess with!"

Alright, I have nothing to say.

Just at that moment, Uncle Bear suddenly rushed in from outside.

"Boss, what kind of tea does your father-in-law want to drink?"

Me: !

Jason: !

My father's face suddenly changed, muttering, "Father-in-law?"

Uncle Bear looked confused, "Yes, father-in-law. "

"Who is whose father-in-law, make it clear." My father was about to get angry.

"Well, Rachel and our boss are together..." Uncle Bear got a bit scared, then went to ask Jason, "Boss, your father-in-law doesn't know?"

Jason took a deep breath, "Get lost."

"Alright." Uncle Bear retreated.

"Jason!" my father slammed the table.

"What is it?" He straightened up, quietly listening to my father.

"What have you done to my daughter?"

"Dad..." Seeing that they were about to start fighting, I went to pull my father.

"We are together," Jason admitted generously.

"You!" My father was so angry that he almost couldn't recover. "You are scoundrel! You have no regard for anyone. I only owe you some money, and you dare to make a move on my daughter. Are you even human?"

"Rachel, you tell your dad, did he bully you? Dad will back you up and make sure he goes to jail."

I panicked and honestly admitted, "Dad, it was me... who... liked him first."

Slap! In his rage, my father slapped me, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Why are you hitting her?" Jason rushed over and hugged me, protecting me.

"What business is it of yours if I hit my daughter? You understand this, the recording where you threatened me, I still have it. With just one phone call, I can send you to prison."

"If you send him in, I won't live either," I cried.

"You wicked child!" My father was so angry that he was about to hit me again.

Jason protected me and directly blocked his hand. "If you dare to touch her again, whether you're her father or not, I'll fight you to the death."

The situation became very embarrassing.

I hid in Jason's arms, crying and trembling.

I'm not a fool, of course, I know what my father's blackmail recording implies.

I don't want Jason to go to prison.

"I am very scared."

"Rachel, I am your dad, I am your family, what is this with your kidnapper? You are confused." My dad sat in the chair, trembling with anger.

"When you went for the paternity test, did you consider me as your daughter?" I asked him, crying.

"I am bullied and humiliated at home, and you turn a blind eye. Do you consider me as your daughter?"

"I was kidnapped, and when you heard my voice, you hung up the phone. It was you who said to you gave me to him, to pay off debts. Did you consider me as your daughter then?"

"Now that you are saying this, don't you feel like you're slapping yourself in the face?"

My dad's face turned darker and darker.

"Rachel, listen to dad's explanation, that previous test report was tampered with by your stepmother, she used someone else's hair to fabricate it. Dad later used the hair from your comb, you are my daughter."

"It's all her fault, she caused us to be separated for over a year, dad is here to take you now.

"All her fault? You are not to blame?" I cried and then laughed, "You only decided to come find me after obtaining the new test report, right?

"You didn't care about me at all this past year. Do you know how I managed to get through this?

"It was Uncle who took care of me, protected me, provided for my education, taught me how to be a good person. Everyone here treats me better than my own family. I really can't tell who my real family is.

"Your daughter Rachel died a year ago, I won't go back with you."

"You!"

Jason didn't care about my dad, he hugged me and handed me a tissue, gently wiping away my tears.

"It's okay, stop crying."

"Aren't you afraid my dad will really send you to jail? I'm worried..."

"You cried so much that I feel like punching someone, I can't care about all that anymore."

He sighed, "I have raised you for so long, it's not in vain, you even know how to worry about others."

My dad watched us, itching with anger.

After a tense standoff, a middle-aged man suddenly walked in from outside.

"Who wants to send my son to jail?"

Jason pulled me behind him, "Dad."

Dad?

"Mr. Wright, why are you here?" My dad quickly stood up.

"If I don't come, someone said they will send my son to jail?" Jason's dad walked over, giving my dad a sidelong glance.

My dad pointed at Jason, his face turning slightly blue, wiping away some sweat, "Jason is the young master?"

"What's wrong? I'm surnamed Wright, shouldn't my son be surnamed Wright too?"

"No, it's all a misunderstanding." My dad eased his tone.

"How come I heard that you owe my son ten million US dollars, I lent you a billion to make a comeback, and now you want to send my son to jail?"

"Misunderstanding, it really is a misunderstanding." My dad was scared, sweating profusely, "Actually, we were discussing marriage."

Marriage?

My dad's expression changed drastically.

Jason's dad's face suddenly brightened, "Son, I heard your mom say you have a girlfriend, is this her?"

"She really tells you everything." Jason looked somewhat helpless.

"I am your father, if you have a girlfriend, you should-"

"Tell me," Jason said, pulling me along, "what does my girlfriend have to do with you? Can't you just leave us alone?"

"Don't rush off, let me have a look," his father walked over curiously, pushing Jason aside to get a better view of me.

Seeing me, he was taken aback and quickly grabbed Jason, lowering his voice to say something in his ear, "Why is she so young? you scoundrel."

"Hello, uncle," I was slightly frightened, unsure if I should greet him or not.

"Hey there, sweetheart," his father beamed at me, "Why are you crying? You're Mr. Green's little daughter, right?"

"Yes."

His father stepped back, "Mr. Green, you've bullied my son, and now you're bullying my daughter-in-law. Pay up!"

"No, Mr. Wright, I haven't, truly haven't."

After this spectacle, my head buzzed for the entire day.

Later, my father stayed with me the whole time.

Jason's father even treated me as his daughter-in-law, constantly wanting to talk to me.

"If you have any questions, ask me. Don't bother her," Jason had had enough and pulled me back to our rented house.

Later on, I found out that Jason didn't have a good relationship with his parents.

"My parents divorced when I was very young. Both of them were too stubborn. After the divorce, my mother sent my father to jail for a few years, and when my father was released, he sent my mother to jail for a few years.

"Then they got old and started fighting over me again.

"Why should I have to live with them? So after I graduated from college, I didn't go to any of their companies. I became a contractor on a construction site. Later, after your father owed us money, I came back to Fatso's hometown with him and opened an auto repair shop here.

"The 31 years before meeting you, I lived aimlessly, without much meaning. It wasn't until you came that suddenly I felt relied upon, trusted, depended on, and needed...that I realized I could live a different kind of life."

That night, he told me so much, and in the end, we held each other tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

On my birthday, we moved in together.

He was very careful, considerate, and took care of my feelings, but that didn't stop him from unknowingly torturing me and making me question my existence.

Then he held me as we fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he softly asked me, "Do you know that I used to frequently have this dream, a dream with you in it? Every time I woke up, I couldn't face you, it felt like a crime..."

I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I had the same dream.

After he finished speaking, he planted a kiss on my forehead, "Goodnight, little one."

I turned over sleepily, wrapped my arms around his neck, and said, "Goodnight, uncle."