Dou Lin made enough money in his twenties to last several lifetimes. His daily bank interest alone was enough to travel around the world. By chance, he met a young, strapping 187-centimeter heir, who insisted on being with him. When Dou Lin fell ill, the man cared for him around the clock. Kneeling by his bed, he held out a mining-rights transfer document and said, "Please accept me, even if it's just for my money and trust fund."
Who says there's no such thing as a dutiful child at a sickbed?
What was he supposed to do?
It was unquestionably an affront to him, because his freedom and independence mattered more. So he firmly turned the man down.
The man panicked and hurried to his feet to apologize. He told his assistant to transfer a million dollars to Dou Lin, then rushed over to the hospital room with every bit of sincerity he had... only for Dou Lin to sternly reject him again and demand, "Don't you think a life filled with material things is too dull?! Why are you insulting my background with money?! Do you think I don't have money?!"
"I'm warning you, Cen Shaoting. Don't insult me with your money!"
His words were heartfelt, his tone urgent, and his resolve unshakable.
Everyone fell silent at such a refusal to bend before hundreds of millions of dollars.
Cen Shaoting swayed, barely able to stay on his feet...
Only his daughter understood him. She buried her face against him and wept.
It was true that when Dou Lin had just come of age, he had nothing. The burdens of his family had left him shattered, and he had unexpectedly ended up with a child, too.
A single father, a high school dropout, buried in debt. His daughter was just one step away from a catastrophic start, and all she needed was for her dad to dye his hair blond.
Life was hard, but not for long.
Within a few short years, he'd taken his child from a rented apartment to a mansion, and from a small county town to an international metropolis. As long as Dou Ya could remember, there had been an army of domestic staff and more toys than she could count.
Dad was busy with business, and Mom had become a small memorial tablet. The adults were especially indulgent and generous toward her out of guilt. Growing up in that environment, she understood her dad's feelings particularly well. She was always the one he could rely on most.
Until one day, Dad pointed to the tablet and another man and told her, "This is your other father."
First of all, how did Mom turn into a man?
And even setting aside the fact that he's a man, why did it have to be that Cen guy?
His daughter burst into tears.
Theme: Being afraid to try means turning down success.
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