Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

Chapter 952 Dad’s Letters

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

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Xie Zhiming grew even more worried when he thought of that.

Anyone else would feel panicked when they find out that they have been watched for a long time.

Xie Zhiming finally calmed down upon returning to the room in the teahouse.
He took out a few old envelopes from his pocket and said, “It’s all here.”

Jiang Tingxu paused for a moment before approaching, saying, “Uncle Xie, I’ll read them then.”

Xie Zhiming nodded.
He said, “Go ahead, they were written by your dad.”

The last few letters could really be considered the only things left behind by Jiang Tingxu’s father before his death.

The two of them were once comrades-in-arms, so the letters were basically about Jiang Guoyu reminiscing about the past and his hopes for the future.

Jiang Guoyu mentioned Wen Jie and Gu Ranzhi in the letters.
They were all about how good Wen Jie was, how close she was to his daughter and how much she doted on her.
He was very grateful to her for appearing in

their lives at a time when his daughter needed a mother the most.

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When he mentioned Gu Ranzhi, he mentioned that he was a very smart boy and would definitely be able to get ahead in school in the future.
He wondered whether the boy’s biological father was blind to disown such a

smart son!

He even told Xie Zhiming that he was going to marry Wen Jie.
He said that he had submitted an application to his superiors and was waiting for approval.

His words were filled with happiness.

Jiang Guoyu probably didn’t expect that all of his beautiful dreams would be cruelly and permanently broken when he wrote those letters!

There were more than ten letters and were probably all the letters that Xie Zhiming had kept.
Jiang Tingxu read them one by one.

When she finished reading the last letter, her tears couldn’t help but fall.

Mo Boyuan patted the woman’s back silently, consoling her.

It was useless to say anything at this time, so it was better to not say anything at all.

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Asad person did not necessarily need words of comfort.
Sometimes, what they needed was just a way to vent or silent companionship.

Xie Zhiming could only do so much.
Mo Boyuan gathered his wife in his arms when he saw her sobbing even harder.
Then, he bowed to Xie Zhiming gratefully and said, “Uncle Xie, thank you for what you have done

today and for everything that happened before!”

“You’re too polite.
She’s feeling rather upset, so do take care of her.”

“I will, we will make a move first.
We’ll come back and visit you again.”

“Okay, take care on the road.”

“You too.
Take care.”

Mo Boyuan carried his wife out of the teahouse and found their car.
He put her in the car, started it, and drove off.

Jiang Tingxu cried all the way.
She missed her dad so much, especially when she saw the letters that her dad had personally written.

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“Mo Boyuan.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“I miss my dad so much.”

“I know.
He’s watching over you from above.
We can visit him later if we have time.”

“Yes, we have to go.”

How could she not visit her dad since she was already here in Jin City?

Of course she had to go!

“Okay!”

When they reached the hotel, Jiang Tingxu finally stopped crying.
Her eyes were red from crying, making her look very pitiful.
Those who saw her would want to hug her and comfort her.

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The two went straight to the presidential suite on the top floor from the underground parking lot.
Fortunately, they did not meet any other guests who needed to take the elevator.

After returning to the room, Mo Boyuan went to the bathroom.
He found a disposable towel and soaked it thoroughly with warm water before bringing it out.
He said, “Wipe your face with it.”

Her face was blotchy and streaked with tears from her crying..

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