Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

“Dad, how do you feel today?” Nangong Beiying entered the room and asked as she placed the food on the table.

“Is it Yingying? Don’t worry, your father is much better. You’ve been working so hard on the family matters lately, it must be tough,” Nangong Kunpeng said with a loving gaze at his only daughter.

If he could, he wouldn’t want her to inherit this mess and have such a hard time, but he had no other choice, as she was his only child. If he handed it to his younger brother, they might not even have a place to live given his ruthless nature.

So, he had to pass everything on to his daughter, burdening her young shoulders. She was indeed commendable, successfully handling the matters and even raising the company to another level in such a short period, it was quite a rare achievement.

“Dad, I’m not tired, but you need to recover quickly to help me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll squander everything away?” Nangong Yingying joked with a hint of alienation in her cold voice.

Although she addressed Nangong Kunpeng as her father, deep down, she still cherished the man who had doted on her since childhood. She used to be ignorant and would often anger him, escaping from home frequently. Now, she only realized how precious their relationship was when it was too late.

“Silly girl, you can squander the family fortune however you want, and after you do, your father will make it back for you to continue squandering,” Nangong Kunpeng said, understanding his daughter’s lack of closeness to him resulted from not growing up with him.

But now that she was back, he wanted to spoil her as much as he could before she married. Otherwise, he would owe her too much, having missed her first twenty years and now only having a short time together before she got married.

So, Nangong Kunpeng didn’t want his daughter to get married so soon, which made Xiao Qi try countless methods in the future without success to marry her.

Nangong Beiying didn’t respond but concentrated on taking Nangong Kunpeng’s pulse, feeling its rhythm.

He was almost fully recovered, just needing another prescription to be cured.

“You’ll be fine after changing the prescription once more.” Nangong Beiying said calmly.

“Thank you, Yingying, for treating your father,” Nangong Kunpeng said with a smile.

“It’s my responsibility. You should eat now before the food gets cold.” Nangong Beiying brought pear with rock sugar in a thermos to help Nangong Kunpeng nourish his lungs and clear heat.

“Alright, your father will eat now. How about you? Have you eaten?” Nangong Kunpeng asked his daughter.

“I already ate, you eat first. I have some matters to attend to.” Nangong Beiying had many things left to handle and would not have time to come unless taking Nangong Kunpeng’s pulse and changing his prescription.

“Okay, you can go. Your father can take care of himself. Yingying, stop worrying about work and go rest for a while,” Nangong Kunpeng said, noticing his daughter’s tired face.

“Dad, I’ve got it under control. I will leave now. Rest well after finishing your meal.” Nangong Beiying left her father’s room and saw Feng waiting outside.

“Let’s talk back in the room,” Nangong Beiying said before Feng could speak.

Feng nodded silently and followed behind Nangong Beiying.

“How did you get hurt?” Nangong Beiying smelled a faint scent of blood.

“It’s no big deal, just some broken skin,” Feng said indifferently. Among the five of them, Rain was the only one with a cheerful nature, while the other four were ice-cold, enough to freeze a person to death.