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To instruct his conceited son, a wealthy tycoon revoked his birthright and compelled him to wed an unassuming milkmaid from a rural town. Yet ninety days afterward, upon arriving to check on them, the dad witnessed a sight that left him utterly astounded
I am exhausted from rescuing you from every single mess, — the patriarch’s tone was icy and resolute. — When will this behavior cease? You have grown entirely disrespectful.
The young man reclined in a plush chair, his gaze permanently glued to his smartphone. He wore a designer suit, a high-end timepiece, and exuded the aroma of premium cologne.
— Oh, come on, Dad. I’m your boy. You’ve always fixed my problems.
The older man advanced at a deliberate pace.
— Precisely. I have always fixed your problems. But my patience has run out. Either you reform your ways, or I will strip you of everything you own.
The youth offered a cocky grin.
— You’re making empty threats once more.
— Not at all, — the patriarch answered with tranquil certainty. — I am establishing an ultimatum. You are going to wed a thoroughly average woman. Zero wealth. Zero influential ties. Hailing from a rural area. Absolutely no fashion models, no high-society socialites. If you refuse, you are instantly disinherited.
The young man’s chuckling ceased instantaneously.
— You’re being genuine?
— Absolutely. And if you assume this is just a fleeting phase, you are deeply mistaken.
Seven days subsequently, the youth was left with absolutely nothing. Credit lines frozen. The sports car confiscated. Designer clothing, luxury timepieces, smartphone — it all vanished. He was transported to a rural settlement and presented to a young woman, a basic milkmaid. Unpretentious, barefaced, dressed in a simple garment. The patriarch was absolutely convinced the boy would flee within a handful of days — deeply mortified and enraged, pleading for his former lifestyle to be restored.
The older man was positive that through this method he would instruct his boy, yet conversely, ninety days afterward, he witnessed a sight that left him utterly dumbfounded.
Ninety days elapsed.
The patriarch traveled to the rural settlement personally to conclude the matter. He anticipated finding his boy defeated — filthy, wretched, overflowing with resentment.
Instead, he witnessed a completely contrasting scene.
His offspring was standing in the courtyard wearing rustic attire, caked in dirt up to his forearms, and… smiling joyfully. Next to him stood his spouse. That exact “homely rural maiden.”
She was cradling a pail of slop, and the young man was assisting her in nourishing the swine. Free of repulsion. Free of loathing.
Upon spotting his patriarch, the youth felt no shame. He didn’t request financial assistance. He didn’t mention going back home.
He merely stated:
— Dad, allow me to introduce my wife. We are anticipating a child.
The older man stood paralyzed.
The individual standing in front of him was no longer the pampered youth who detested the odor of livestock and loathed rural life. Standing in front of him was a mature adult. Serene. Joyful.
— I have no desire for my previous existence, — the young man murmured softly. — In this place, for the very first time, I am genuinely alive.
And at that precise instant, the patriarch comprehended: he had intended to discipline his boy… yet conversely, unintentionally, he had bestowed upon him true joy.
