Having gotten the promise he wanted, Li Xiu shed the gloom he'd felt on the bed and walked into the bedroom with a broad smile. Looking at the sleeping faces of his wife and daughter, he gently reined in his emotions, climbed into bed, held his wife, and prepared to sleep. 'What I said to Grandma earlier wasn't entirely to coax her,' he thought. 'I just said the things I wanted to say in my past life but never got the chance to.' His own mother had been a real piece of work in this life. His father had died early in his past life, which was neither here nor there, but he hadn't expected him to be so clueless in this one. Whether he was genuinely clueless or simply didn't care about him as a son, it didn't matter anymore. He himself had died young in his past life, and any affection between them had long since faded. In this life, he had saved his father's life, which he considered repayment for the gift of his own. Now, in this life, they were even.
