"Yes," Shen Tingzhou replied, his voice choked with emotion.

Just then, another graceful woman stepped out of the jeep. She wore an elegant cheongsam, her belly slightly protruding, and a gentle smile on her face. Shen Nian'an turned around, took her hand, and walked to Lin Wanqiu and Shen Tingzhou, saying softly, "Mom, Dad, this is Yue'e. Yue'e, these are my parents."

"Dad, Mom." Su Yue'e bowed slightly, her voice gentle and melodious.

Looking at the gentle-looking girl before her, Lin Wanqiu's joy was almost overflowing. She quickly stepped forward, took Su Yue'e's hand, and carefully examined her. Yue'e had fair skin and curved eyebrows; she was clearly a gentle and virtuous girl. Her hand gently rested on Yue'e's lower abdomen, where her eldest grandson was growing.

"Good child, you must be tired from your journey." Lin Wanqiu's voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

Su Yue'e smiled and was about to speak when suddenly, a clear baby's cry came from inside the jeep. The cry was soft and sweet, like a kitten's, and instantly captured Lin Wanqiu's heart.

"The baby has woken up," Shen Nian'an said with a smile, turning to walk to the car and carefully taking out a swaddled baby.

The swaddle blanket was a pale yellow one that Lin Wanqiu had sewn herself. Sunlight shone on it, making the embroidered little tiger pattern seem to come alive. Shen Nian'an held the swaddle blanket and carefully walked to Lin Wanqiu, saying softly, "Mom, this is your eldest grandson."

Lin Wanqiu held her breath, her hand trembling as she carefully took the swaddled baby. The little one was light, soft, and warm, like holding a ball of cotton. She looked down at the baby's face in the swaddling clothes. It was a delicately beautiful little one, with curved eyebrows, a small nose, and red lips, its eyes closed, babbling softly.

"My little darling." Lin Wanqiu's voice was choked with sobs. She lowered her head and gently kissed the little one's forehead.

At this moment, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew. The peach blossoms in the courtyard quietly bloomed, their pink and white petals drifting down with the wind, landing on the swaddled baby and in Lin Wanqiu's hair. Shen Tingzhou stood to the side, watching his wife and daughter embrace, his son and daughter-in-law lean on each other, and the newborn life around him, his eyes filled with a tender smile. Shen Nianxi also came closer, tiptoeing, carefully looking at her little nephew in the swaddle, her face full of curiosity and joy.

Shen Nian'an walked to Lin Wanqiu's side and said in a low voice, "Mom, we named our child Shen Nianzu. Nian means 'to miss' and Zu means 'ancestor'. We want him to remember that his roots are here."

Lin Wanqiu nodded, tears blurring her vision once more. Holding Xiao Nianzu in her arms, feeling his warm breath, her heart was filled with unprecedented happiness.

She recalled the harsh winter when she transmigrated, the days she struggled to survive in the mud while holding the frail Nian'an in her arms; the ruthless way she tore apart her awful in-laws and kicked her scheming relatives; the hardships she endured to gradually build up Chenji Food Factory using the resources from her spatial dimension. Those difficult days seemed like yesterday, yet they were already as distant as a dream.

Now, she has a devoted husband, a sensible and filial son, a gentle and virtuous daughter-in-law, and her beautiful grandson. Her family is complete.

Shen Tingzhou walked to her side and gently put his arm around her shoulder. Lin Wanqiu looked up at him, her eyes full of smiles. Shen Tingzhou looked back at her, his gaze so tender it could drown a person.

Sunlight filtered through the peach blossoms, spilling into the courtyard and onto everyone's faces. That warm glow seemed to foreshadow that the days to come would be just like this, with spring warmth, blooming flowers, and peace year after year.

Meanwhile, far away in a theater in Beijing, a grand overseas arts performance was being prepared. Shen Nianxi, a young dancer, was gracefully performing in the rehearsal hall, dressed in her practice clothes. Her movements were light and airy, like a butterfly spreading its wings. During a break, she picked up a handkerchief lying to the side, embroidered with a small peach blossom. It was embroidered for her by Lin Wanqiu before her departure. She thought of the telegram from home, and of her newborn nephew, and a gentle smile involuntarily curved her lips.