Chapter 39: Emotional Intelligence Too Low

“Fine, I’Il agree to everything, okay?”

Wang Xiaoke had no way to handle her father. She could only agree for now-what might happen later was anyone’s guess.

“I forgot to mention, the meeting is scheduled for today,” Wang Chengyao said nonchalantly

He knew his daughter well enough to realize that if he seemed perfectly fine, Wang Xiaoke would surely back out.

Wang Xiaoke felt like an arrow had just pierced her chest. She gave her father a probing look. “Dad, are you faking your illness?”

Her question was met with an anguished tirade from Wang Chengyao “Xiaoke, how could you think so little of me? Do Ilook like someone who would resort to such underhanded tactics to get what I want? Cough, cough, cough…

“Dad, calm down! I didn’t mean it like that,” Wang Xiaoke quickly reassured him. She hurried to support him and help him catch his breath.

“Are you going or not? Dad is waiting for your answer,” Wang Chengyao said glaring at her.

Wang Xiaoke’s eyes darted around before she playfully replied, “It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s just that you’re still sick. I want to spend more time with you.”

This time, Wang Chengyao completely ignored her and turned to Feng Jin, who was standing nearby. “Feng Jin, bring me the boy’s details and the meeting location.”

In no time, Feng Jin retrieved a small sheet of paper from the cabinet and handed it over.

Wang Chengyao took the paper and passed it directly to Wang Xiaoke. ‘Here, Xiaoke. This is the place. You’d better hurry over. If I don’t see a photo of you and the boy together, I won’t take my medicine. I’ll just let myself die. After all, you don’t care about this old man’s hard work.’

“Dad, aren’t you a bit too old to be acting this childish?” Wang Xiaoke looked at her father, who had suddenly turned into an oversized child, and felt her head throb.

Cough, cough, cough… “You didn’t say it, but deep down, you must think I’m a burden,” muttered Wang Chengyao, wrapping himself in the blanket and looking utterly desolate, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

Wang Xiaoke felt stifled by her father’s words, but she still kept her temper and firmly handed him the medicine.

“Take your medicine first, or I won’t go.”

Knowing his daughter was the type to respond to a soft approach rather than a hard one, and realizing his goal had already been achieved, Wang Chengyao went along with her request.

Seeing her father finally stop causing trouble, Wang Xiaoke sighed in relief.

“I’ll go meet him now. Get some rest, and when you wake up, you’ll see the photo I sent over.”

“No way. What if you’re just trying to trick this old man?” Wang Chengyao refused outright.

“I need to see the photo first. Only then can I sleep peacefully.”

“Dad, how can you distrust your own daughter like this? Do you know how hurtful that is?” Wang Xiaoke put on a wounded expression.

“Xiaoke, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” Wang Chengyao said, holding her hand with a look of concern.

“It’s just that when it comes to this kind of thing, you really make me worry.”

He continued with a sigh.

“After all, I’ve failed to come up with any way to help you improve your emotional intelligence. That’s my failure as a father. I’m too incompetent. I’m sorry.”

Wang Xiaoke felt like two more arrows had pierced her chest. Her face turned red as she struggled for words before finally managing to say,

“Dad, you’ve already done so much for me.”

“That’s why I need to find you the perfect son-in-law and the ideal husband. Only then can I rest easy.”

Wang Xiaoke decided she needed to find somewhere to quietly collect herself.