Is he perhaps angry out of embarrassment?

Jiang Can and Huo Zhixing exchanged a glance and chuckled.

Nie Xin knew that the couple's love was stronger than gold, and arguing with them would be pointless, so she shook her head, put her hands behind her back, and sauntered out to catch her flight with an arrogant look on her face.

Nie Xin's private jet is somewhat smaller than the Huo family's plane.

However, the interior decoration is luxurious and stylish.

Because he frequently travels the world by plane to film movies, the plane was decorated to perfectly match his superstar image.

Sang Qing sat obediently in her seat, without moving.

It seemed as if they were afraid of bumping or getting something dirty if they moved it even slightly.

She opened her big eyes and looked around curiously. The cabin was covered with movie posters of Nie Xin's movies, and he was in the center of every poster.

Different styles and makeup, but what they have in common is that no matter how this man dresses up, he is outrageously handsome.

One particularly striking image shows Nie Xin playing an assassin.

In the poster, he is shirtless, with a perfect inverted triangle physique, a scar on his strong chest muscles, and light shining on his angular face.

Sang Qing stared at him like a lovesick fool, unable to look away for a long time.

"Miss, the plane will be taking off soon. Please fasten your seatbelt."

"Miss? Miss!"

The flight attendant reminded her several times, but Sang Qing still didn't react.

Until Nie Xin plopped down in the seat next to her and growled, "Sang Qing!"

"Huh?" Sang Qing was startled and quickly looked away.

The flight attendant smiled and helped her fasten her seatbelt, gave her a few words of advice, and then brought her slippers and a blanket.

Sang Qing had never been served like this before, and smiled shyly.

However, upon hearing Nie Xin's heavy cough, she carefully suppressed her smile.

“Um…” Nie Xin glanced at her, “You, don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Sang Qing was taken aback, then shook her head.

What else is there to say? Didn't we make everything clear to him last time in the helicopter?

Nie Xin took a deep breath, suppressing his inexplicable temper, and said to her, "Nanyang is a completely unfamiliar place for you. When you get there, adapt well."

The implication is that if you can't adapt, you can come to me.

To everyone's surprise, the girl nodded vigorously and laughed, "Uncle, don't worry, I'm super good at adapting to new environments! No environment can stump me!"

Nie Xin's gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

"According to Southeast Asian law, you can automatically obtain residency after residing in the country for fifteen years. Or... if you make outstanding contributions or are an exceptional talent, the royal family may issue a pardon, allowing you to obtain residency earlier."

"Sang Qing, do you know what an outstanding talent is? It's a college graduate from a prestigious university. Nanyang has several world-renowned universities. If you can get into one, it would be a good choice."

The implication is that if you want to study, you have to beg me!

To his surprise, the girl earnestly told him, "Uncle, don't worry, I will study hard and work hard to get into a prestigious university! Actually, I'm already learning Chinese..."

"you……"

Nie Xin didn't hear the answer she wanted, and her nostrils flared.

So, is this girl determined to distance herself from me?

Is everything this girl said true? In her eyes, he's "just" an uncle?

Nie Xin's heart sank suddenly, then her face darkened, and she threw the temporary residence permit at Sang Qing in a huff!

Sang Qing was hit on the head. After catching it in a flurry, she looked up and met his cold eyes.

"I won't take care of you when you get there!" he said, emphasizing each word. "You'd better take care of yourself!"

After saying that, he tilted his head to the side, turned over, and went to sleep.

Sang Qing held the temporary residence certificate tightly to her chest.

She stared at Nie Xin quietly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

If only time could stand still at this moment.

In truth, someone as clever as her wouldn't be unaware of what he wanted to hear. She said those things on purpose only to push him further away.

Sometimes pushing someone away doesn't mean you don't love them; letting go is actually a way of fulfilling their needs.

Sang Qing smiled gently, leaned back in her seat, and turned her head to the other side.

The sunlight outside the window was blinding, and a tear slid down her cheek.

...

The plane soon landed in Southeast Asia.

Outside the airport, the Yin family's driver and servants were waiting, while Jiang Can and Huo Zhi used a private passage reserved for royalty.

Upon exiting the airport, Jiang Can paused.

This was a completely unfamiliar environment, surrounded by tall palm trees. The climate in Southeast Asia was hot and humid, and the sun seemed to shower all its light and heat upon this land, making even the wildflowers by the roadside bloom exceptionally brightly.

A complex feeling welled up in Jiang Can's heart.

She should have been born and raised here...

Huo Zhixing carried his son and walked behind her, whispering, "Wife, let's get in the car quickly."

Jiang Can forced a smile and nodded slightly.

Soon after, they met Yin Ruohong in the Yin family's private garden.

He was dressed in typical Southeast Asian attire. When he saw that Xiao Junyu had gained weight, he was overjoyed. He not only gave her a large red envelope, but also prepared a whole box of gold jewelry.

“Dad, you’re spoiling him!” Jiang Can said with a smile.

"My little grandson, of course I have to spoil him!"

Jiang Can, worried about Yin Wenxi's condition, asked in a low voice, "Dad, how is Mom?"

Yin Ruohong's hand, which had been teasing Xiao Junyu, suddenly stopped, and a shadow crossed his face.

Jiang Can was extremely anxious: "Is my mom's condition serious? Where is she now? Take me to see her quickly!"

"Don't worry," Yin Ruohong said softly. "Your mother is in a sanatorium, a sanatorium owned by the Yin family. All the facilities are top-notch, and I've also assigned my most experienced doctor to oversee her there. There won't be any problems."

What illness does my mother have?

Yin Ruohong paused for a moment, then whispered two words: "Heartache."

Jiang Can's heart sank.

Actually, she had guessed pretty much everything before she came. Yin Wenxi had been suffering from depression for many years, and when she was not thinking clearly, she had also suffered a lot in that poorly equipped mental hospital.

Jiang Can's tears welled up instantly.

She thought her mother was better, but she never expected...

“Silly child,” Yin Ruohong looked at her lovingly, “a heart ailment is not so easy to heal.”

"All these years, I've wronged her, I've wronged you and Xiaocheng..."

"It's my fault for bringing the grudges of the previous generation upon you. If it weren't for my foolish revenge, Wenxi wouldn't have left Nanyang, and she wouldn't have been... by that bastard Jiang Mingyuan..."

"It's all my fault!" Yin Ruohong was filled with remorse. "Your mother has had another emotional breakdown. This time, I won't let her face it alone. I will stay by her side, no matter how she recovers, I will always be there for her!"

Jiang Can sniffed, tears falling down her face.

"Can Can." Yin Ruohong composed herself and looked up at her. "I asked you to come back this time because there are some things I need to tell you."

"What's up?"

Yin Ruohong's expression was serious, "I think..."

Before he could finish speaking, the butler, Old Chen, rushed over in a hurry.

"Sir, the two princes have arrived at the reception hall. Would you like to take Miss to see them?"