The next few days, Hua Caili was unable to meet Hua Fuchen. It was clear that he was avoiding her.2

Luckily, Hua Fuchen had not given the order to expel Yun Che either.0

When she asked Hua Qingying about this, the response she received was, “Your Father needs time.”0

Hua Qingying then added some severity into her voice, “You best practice some self-restraint. Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? You’re hoping to get yourself pregnant so you have additional chips to pressure your Father.”12

“Huh? Hehehe… as I thought, I can’t hide anything from you, aunt. Aaaaanyway… I’ll be taking my leave, aunt. Don’t spy on us!”9

“...” Hua Qingying could only sigh helplessly.0

Finally, on the seventh day, Hua Caili saw her Father in the Yixin Sword Pavilion.0

“Father!” She cried out eagerly and ran over to him immediately, a million flatteries and gestures primed to fire at a moment’s notice.0

“Sit.” Hua Fuchen declared with a dignified expression while glancing at the seat next to him.0

Hua Caili obeyed and took her seat. Then, she asked carefully and meekly, “Are you… still angry with me, Father?”0

Hua Fuchen harrumphed. “You ignored everyone and went nowhere for the past week, clinging to that kid and only that kid all day and night. A blind person could tell that you’re pressuring me. If I was angry… I would’ve died from anger already.”2

“Hehe.” Hua Caili giggled cutely and flatteringly. “What can I do? I just can’t leave big brother Yun’s side.”0

She jumped off her chair and knelt beside Hua Fuchen, delicate hands shaking his knees left and right. “Please, Father. Please give big brother Yun and I your blessing. I promise I’ll listen to you about everything else, so please…”4

“Enough already.” Hua Fuchen put a hand to his forehead and sighed. If there was one thing he couldn’t handle at this day and age, it was his daughter softening him up with honeyed words and gestures to get her way.0

He sighed. “I’ve been at your mother’s grave for the past week.”0

“...” Hua Caili opened her mouth but...0