After a long pause, he finally said, "That's true, but it's a rare opportunity." He sighed, "Although Dad is very wealthy, in modern society, many people still look down on those who do business. People value what they have more..."

"Please stop talking."

Ye Yun understood what he meant.

Regardless of the era, people naturally tend to admire official positions.

Many business people, once they've made enough money, start looking for ways to transform their businesses and pursue a stronger position and power.

Their mindset is that only becoming an official is considered successful, and that only by becoming an official can one truly bring honor to one's ancestors.

But she wasn't interested.

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Mu Jingsheng nodded: "Okay, whatever you do, Dad will support you."

Ye Yun: "..."

A gentle breeze blew across the balcony, ruffling Ye Yun's hair and playfully landing on her face, repeatedly disrupting her vision.

A few lights flickered among the distant mountains.

After a long while, she turned around and looked at Mu Jingsheng standing beside her.

The man, nearing fifty, was gazing at her with deep affection in his eyes, as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world to him.

In the wind, Ye Yun moved her lips.

"Dad, thank you."

"..."

Two seconds later, Mu Jingsheng's lips trembled, and he suddenly turned and strode towards Ye Xia, who was holding Xiao Chuqi in the living room.

"Xia, I feel like crying..."

Ye Yun behind: "..."

Good, good, good, that's impressive.

...

The next day, Ye Yun went to the pastry shop first.

As soon as they entered, they heard Tian Xiaohui's loud crying coming from the inner room.

"Wow--"

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