As the last firework faded away in the night sky, Leng Chuanjin straightened up.
Xia Sanghuan could see the remnants of the fireworks reflected in his pupils. The warmth on her forehead told her that everything just now was not a dream.
The two stared at each other for a long time, as if they were going to maintain this state until the end of time.
"Mr. Leng, shall we land now?"
Hearing no more sound behind, the pilot sitting in the front driver's seat asked uneasily.
The man seemed to be suddenly awakened. He coughed lightly and replied.
"Land."
The helicopter slowly landed on the ground as ordered. Leng Chuanjin helped Xia Sanghuan out.
The girl walked up to her family. Fortunately, the light here was a bit dim and her face was covered with makeup, so they didn't notice her blushing face.
By the time Leng Chuanjin walked over, he had already returned to his usual self.
Fu Lingshi walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Chuanjin, the fireworks were really nice."
He smiled at him but didn't say a word.
When his father was still alive, he once took him and his mother to watch fireworks.
At that time, his parents thought he was too young to understand. While watching the fireworks, they recalled the scene of their first encounter, which was also under a grand display of fireworks.
"Dad, what does 'like' mean?"
He looked up at his parents.
Hearing his question, his father was stunned for a moment, then showed a smile.
He squatted down and picked up his son, who was not even as tall as his legs.
"The fireworks are beautiful, aren't they, Chuanjin?"
He nodded blankly.
"If you like someone, you'll want to give her the best things in the world."
"Chuanjin, will you take the girl you like to watch fireworks in the future?"
"Okay."
Although it was just something his father said to tease him at that time, he still remembered it until now.
Even after his father passed away, he never watched fireworks again. But after meeting Xia Sanghuan, he finally had the urge to watch fireworks again.
To watch fireworks with the girl he liked.
He looked at the back of the girl walking in front and gently curled the corner of his mouth.
The gift had been given, and it was time for dinner.
After a sumptuous meal, it was getting late. Fu Zeming started to arrange for everyone to go home and rest.
"Wait a minute."
The old Master Fu, who was sitting leisurely sipping tea, suddenly shouted.
Everyone, who had already lifted their butts off the seats, sat back down.
"Today is Huanhuan's birthday. I, an old man, don't know what you young people like, so I didn't prepare any material gifts."
As he said, he looked at Fu Zeming.
"Zeming, did you bring that agreement?"
Fu Zeming was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.
Did the old man finally agree?
"I brought it."
As he said, he asked his assistant to hand the agreement to the old man.
The old man picked up a pen and signed his name on it without hesitation.
After he finished signing, the assistant handed the agreement to Xia Sanghuan.
"Miss Xia, please take a look."
The girl, who was suddenly called out, took the agreement in a daze.
She lowered her head and quickly scanned the contents of the agreement. Her expression gradually froze.
She stood up and returned the agreement to the old man.
"Grandpa, I can't accept this."
"Whether you can accept it or not is not up to me, but your father."
The girl turned around and looked at her father with a embarrassed face.
Her father also looked serious.
"Huanhuan, when I said I would give all my family property to you, I wasn't just saying it casually."
He said slowly.
"I've already obtained the consent of the whole family. You don't need to have any psychological burden."
"To put it bluntly, this is the compensation from the Fu family for what they've owed you over the years."
The girl's expression was extremely serious.
"These assets are of no use to me. They would be more useful in the hands of my elder brothers and sisters."
"All I'm good at is medicine and handling herbs. Instead of letting this money go to waste with me, it would be better to..."
Before she could finish her sentence, they basically understood what she meant.
She hadn't had much contact in this field, and she was afraid she couldn't handle such a large family property.
"Huanhuan, I want you to inherit these assets just to ensure your life is more secure after I'm gone, so that you won't be bullied by other families."
Fu Zeming said.
"Yes, Huanhuan. Don't worry. I'll still be here to manage the company for you."
Fu Lingshi said half - jokingly.
"When I'm old and have no place in Hollywood, I'll rely on Huanhuan to support me."
Fu Youqing winked at her and joined in the fun.
"Let me make it clear first. I won't support Youqing. Let her go back and live off the family fortune."
Fu Moning said with a smile.
Looking at this scene in front of her, the girl couldn't help but feel touched.
"Even Xiaokai has given his consent. Instead of being so coy, why not just accept it?"
The old man snorted. Although his tone was still as gruff as ever, it could be heard that he was trying to persuade her.
"Let's wait a few more years."
The girl didn't insist on returning the agreement.
"I'll sign it in a few more years."
Fu Zeming nodded in agreement.
This was the biggest concession from both sides. If they continued to argue, this birthday might turn into a disaster.
On the boat on the way back, Grandma Fu pulled her over and opened the box she had given to the girl.
A red cheongsam was lying quietly inside. Judging from the style, it was the one she made a few days ago.
Most importantly, there was a jade bracelet on top of the cheongsam.
Grandma Fu pulled her hand over and wanted to put the bracelet on her, muttering as she did.
"This was what I gave to your mother back then. I wanted your mother to pass it on, but then..."
Maybe she suddenly realized it was inappropriate to say this on this occasion, so she quickly stopped talking.
Just as she was about to put the bracelet on her granddaughter's wrist, she found there was already a watch there.
The girl very understandingly took the bracelet and put it back into the box.
"Thank you, Grandma. This is too precious. I'll keep it for now."
Grandma nodded.
"Fine. Anyway, this cheongsam and this bracelet are only used on the wedding day."
Hearing Grandma's words, Xia Sanghuan's hand trembled. She almost dropped the bracelet on the ground.
"Old woman, are you done talking? It's my turn now."
The old Master Fu, who had been sitting silently beside them, spoke up.
"I'm done, I'm done."
Grandma glared at him dissatisfiedly and put away the cheongsam.
The old man took out a wooden box from behind him. When he opened it, there was an old - looking book inside.
"Pick it up and take a look."
The girl took the book out of the box. Although the book was old, there was no dust on it. It seemed to have been carefully preserved.