The sixtieth birthday celebration ended with a lively and warm atmosphere filled with the aroma of barbecue.

Ning Wanjuan, who had already returned home, washed up and lay on the swing chair on the balcony, watching the deepening night, a hint of relief in her eyes.

Life has passed its halfway point, and all the joys, sorrows, partings of the past have come to an end. As a woman who has reached sixty years old, she should also let go of everything, enjoy her grandchildren, and savor this hard-won leisure...

Time flies, eleven years later.

A news piece titled "New CEO Takes the Helm at Xuan Mei Group" dominated headlines across major media outlets. Ye Mingjue, who had reigned over the Xuan Mei business empire for over two decades, formally stepped down as group CEO at his birthday banquet, announcing that he would be handing over all affairs to his 18-year-old son, Ye Ziyu.

Rumors about the Night family's property dispute spread like wildfire. Some said Ye Ziyu, as the second son of Ye Mingjue, must have climbed to power by stepping on his elder brother Ye Ziru. Others even compiled and analyzed the genealogy of the Night family, dissecting the grudges between the three generations of patriarchs: Ye Zhenghong, Ye Mingjue, and Ye Ziyu...

As for Lady An Xiaonuan's name, it wasn't mentioned by many people.

Night Mingjue protected her very well, almost never allowing the media to speculate about her.

Just as everyone was discussing what kind of extravagant family feud this was, An Xiaonuan and Ye Mingjue were already on vacation at a private island thousands of miles away.

Finally, without Andrew and Nán Líchuān's those light bulbs around, the two of them enjoyed a leisurely island vacation life, it was so pleasant.

"I heard that Ziyu is managing the company well."

As a mother, An Xiaonuan was very concerned about the lives of her several children and would inquire about their whereabouts from the villa manager every day.

Seeing those so-called stories of vying for inheritance and power, she couldn't help but smile.

Now these people are really something, they can even come up with such bizarre and strange stories!

For her two sons, she, as their mother, knew them better than anyone. The elder son, Ye Zi Rui, was mature and composed, like a little adult from a young age. Although he had a very high IQ, he wasn't interested in business at all; he was completely devoted to music. He had already won several awards on the international stage in his teens, filling his study with trophies. After that, he went to Salofren University for further studies.

Perhaps it was due to his musical upbringing, but although his features were handsome, his eyes were soft, and his expression unintentionally resembled that of An Xiaonuan, his mother. Compared to his identical twin brother Ye Ziyue, he had a touch more of a jade-like warmth in his demeanor.

As for the second child, Ye Ziyu, he is the most like Ye Mingjue among the three children.

Not only does he look exactly like Ye Mingjue, but his style of doing things is also similar. He is cold and unfeeling. Under his management, the huge Xuan Mei Group runs smoothly. Those board members who rely on their age and seniority to act recklessly and try to control him are all subdued by him one by one.

Ye Ziyan, who is five years younger than her two older brothers, is now a high school student. She is a veritable genius girl. At such a young age, she already has her own art studio, just like her elder brother Ye Ziru, she is full of artistic cells all over her body...

Several children have grown up, and An Xiaonuan feels a sense of accomplishment as an old mother.

She lay comfortably on a beach chair, stretching languidly. Her soft, long hair cascaded down, lightly brushing against Ye Mingjue's chest.

Like a feather, light and soft, bringing a gentle tickle.

Ye Mingjue pulled her into his arms, dotingly pinching her nose.

Age seems to have left no trace on An Xiaonuan's face. She is no longer the young girl of ten or so she was when they first met, but her eyes remain as clear and pure as ever, untouched by any worldly impurities.

Her skin gleamed with a porcelain-like warmth in the sunlight. Her features were small and delicate, and when she stood with her three children, people often mistook them for siblings.

Compared to An Xiaonuan, Ye Mingjue was obviously not as invested in the several children.

Especially his two sons, he completely let them run wild. Only Ye Ziyan, the youngest daughter, received extra care because she grew more and more like An Xiaonuan as she got older.

An Xiaonuan turned in Ye Mingjue's arms, changing to a more comfortable position, pressing her face against the broad expanse of his chest, scrolling through the social media feeds of some younger colleagues.

Nan Zihan has always been a good and obedient studious girl since childhood, and she still maintains her consistent innocent demeanor just like her father, Nan Lichuan.

As for An Zixuan, who was a mischievous and stubborn child who could get away with anything when he was little, he has finally shed his "bear child" skin and become a "bear adult" just like his father Andrew.

Among the younger generation, Ye ZiPei is the eldest.

As the son of Ye Yi and the eldest brother among the younger generation, Ye Zi Pei takes good care of his younger siblings. With him and his father, Ye Yi, staying in Longcheng to take care of everything, An Xiao Nuan feels very relieved.

At this time, Ye Mingjue's scumbag father, that is, her father-in-law - Ye Zhengong, had already disappeared from the public eye for over a decade.

Because Ye Zhenghong has power, wealth, and a rich personal life in his younger years, the fact that he and Ye Mingjue are once again mentioned in the news together inevitably sparks heated discussion.

"There are so many women outside, pushing away the original wife, causing the eldest son to sever ties with him for a time... The lives of these wealthy people are truly chaotic!"

A rental house next to Imperial University in Longcheng.

Yu Feifei lay on the sofa, flipping through gossip news on her phone's public account when she was bored.

When she came across Night Zhenghong's photos from his younger days, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances and nudged Yun Qingxi beside her with amusement.

"Xixi, look at these eyes, this nose, this profile... Even today, they would be able to kill all the young heartthrobs. No wonder she was so daring when she was young, tsk tsk, turns out she had such capital!"

After talking for so long, the people around me didn't react at all.

Yu Feifei turned her head to look. Yun Qingxi was sitting on the sofa, her fair legs crossed. There was a goose-yellow cushion on her knees, and on the coffee table in front of her was a slightly heavy black laptop.

Yúnqíng gazed intently at the computer screen before her, her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard with a rhythmic click.

At this moment, she is lost in her own world, oblivious to everything around her.

Those long eyelashes cast a shadow over captivating eyes that are now narrowed in focused intensity, their piercing gaze demanding respect.

When the interface she had been expecting finally appeared on the screen, Yunqingxi's mouth curved into a faint smile. She then picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, feeling relaxed and content.

Turning my head, I saw my best friend Yu Feifei's resentful face.

Yun Qingxi's movements froze as she sipped her coffee, astonished. "Feifei, what's wrong?"

Yu Feifei was used to her attention, but she still rolled her eyes playfully: “Just now I showed you pictures of handsome guys, are you this computer-focused and friend-neglectful?”

Yún Qíng awkwardly said, "Uh, I just took a job... Handsome guy? What handsome guy?"

"Oh," Yu Feifei sighed, "I'm really worried you'll end up marrying a computer one day!"

Saying that, he handed over his phone and pointed to the photo on it.

"Well, handsome?"

"You're kidding me," Yunqingxi merely glanced at him before turning her gaze away, continuing to type. "Black and white photos? What era is this from, old man? How old are you?"

Yun Qingxi gave her another glance: "Although I'm older, I still have a son. Although my son is older too, he still has a grandson. You don't know this grandson of mine, Ye Zi Rui..."

Yún Qíng, tapping on the keyboard, paused for a moment involuntarily.

She turned her eyes, the surprise in them evident: "Ye Zi Rui?"