"Ningning?" Ji Min tried calling out.

Jiang Ning, who was packing her things, responded and continued working.

A few seconds later, she seemed to realize that her voice was different from before, and turned to look at her.

Ji Min's gaze was very different from her previous scattered gaze; she stared intently at her, as if trying to see right through her.

"Mom, did you remember something?" Jiang Ning ran over and sat down next to her, a surprised smile on her face.

Ji Min's lips trembled, but a smile gradually spread across her face as she reached out and stroked her hair.

"My daughter, I never imagined that you would grow up so much when I woke up."

Jiang Ning burst into tears of joy, sniffling, "That's right, I'm fifty years old today. Mom, it's so good that you're awake!"

Ji Min went mad for half a century. When she fell in love and had children, it was the early days of liberation, and the country had nothing and was extremely poor.

Everyone's life is tough.

Now, they live in villas, eat a wide variety of foods, and wear colorful clothes.

This is a new world.

"Mom, we're going on a cruise today. I wonder if you get seasick?" After hugging Ji Min for a while, Jiang Ning started packing her sun protection clothes and sun hat.

If you get seasick, you'll need to prepare seasickness medication.

Ji Min felt more relaxed than ever before. After getting out of bed, she stretched her limbs and said:

"What are you dizzy about? I'm perfectly healthy! Look at your dad, he's all old and frail."

Jiang Ning paused, a relieved smile appearing on her face.

"Mom, do you remember Dad?"

Back then, Yang Ziqiang got her pregnant out of wedlock, which, by today's standards, would be considered somewhat despicable.

Ji Min smiled and whispered:

“I have never blamed him. Back then, I was the one who took a liking to your dad first. I deliberately bumped into him on the playground, and I was the one who flirted with him first.”

However, she didn't expect Yang Ziqiang's mother to be such a stubborn old lady, which is why she ran away with the baby in a fit of anger.

"Looking back now, I realize I was quite reckless back then. Everything I brought upon myself was the result of my own actions." Ji Min understood this very clearly.

Just as we finished tidying up, a car horn sounded outside.

Everyone put their things in the car, found seats, and headed to the beach for the cruise ship.

When Yang Ziqiang saw Ji Min, he quickly invited her to sit down next to him.

He was unaware that Ji Min had already regained consciousness.

Ji Min sat down quietly. Yang Ziqiang had taken meticulous care of her the whole way, handing her water bottle, biscuits, and helping her tidy her clothes.

In Ji Min's eyes, although this man was old beyond recognition, he was still the same as before, taking care of her in every way and focusing all his attention on her.

"How have you been all these years?" she suddenly asked.

Yang Ziqiang's thoughts seemed to return to many years ago, decades of time flashing before his eyes like a speeding car.

"How else can I live without you? I look through old photos and think about how bold we were back then, ignoring societal norms and just getting together. We didn't even know where each other lived, and you never told me your real name..."

As he spoke, he grasped her hand, and tears blurred his vision once more.

Through his blurred vision, he seemed to see Ji Min's eyes also filled with tears, and they shone with light.

He quickly wiped away his tears and looked closely. Seeing her focused gaze, he happily hugged her.

"Xiaomin, you're awake, right? You've forgiven me, haven't you?"

The two elderly people hugged each other and wept bitterly.

Songsong, sitting on the other side of the car, saw them hugging and clapped his hands, saying:

"Kiss me~ Kiss me~"

Because every time he sees his parents hugging, he kisses them on the lips.

Yang Ziqiang released Ji Min, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Xiaomin, Songsong is our great-grandson. He said we can kiss him, so let's kiss him."

As he spoke, he cupped Ji Min's face in his hands and kissed her on the lips.

Ji Min smiled shyly and pushed him away, "You're already so old, yet you still don't know shame."

Yang Ziqiang, however, grew bolder, "I'm already this old, what's there to be shy about? I'm going to propose to you!"

Ji Min blushed with embarrassment and snuggled into his arms, saying, "Why are we talking about this now!"

Who gets married when they're seventy or eighty?

Yang Ziqiang disagreed, believing that things left undone in youth should be made up for in old age.

"I'll propose after I buy the ring. Ask everyone if they all support my decision," Yang Ziqiang asked.

On this tour bus, he was the most senior member of the family, and when he spoke, everyone responded enthusiastically.

"We support it!"

"Let's get married right here. We've missed so many years already, every day is precious now."

Upon hearing this, Ji Min wished she could disappear into nowhere.

Soon, the car arrived at the seaside, and they all boarded the cruise ship.

On the cruise ship, Yang Ziqiang didn't let go of Ji Min's hand for a second, as if he was afraid she would run away.

The others also had a great time, spending Jiang Ning's fiftieth birthday together.

This cruise ship was originally docked at the shore, and it would not depart for overseas destinations for another two days.

Lin Chen was only renting the ship for one day; he would disembark after the evening dance.

Unexpectedly, one of the crew members on the ship turned out to be Yang Ziqiang's nephew.

He tried to get close to Yang Ziqiang as soon as he saw him.

"Uncle, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Yang Ziqiang's elder brother passed away early, so he naturally took good care of his nephews.

Over the years, he has given his nephews and their families cash and various gifts, totaling at least 100,000 yuan.

Especially decades ago, when he received his salary, before he could even buy some meat for himself, he would give five yuan to their family first.

Back then, five dollars could buy a lot of good things.

However, the nephews were initially very polite to Yang Ziqiang and visited him frequently, but later they took his financial assistance for granted.

Ever since they learned that Yang Lu and Yang Xiu were not his biological children, they have harbored some resentment.

Why should we spend money on our adopted children but not on them?

In essence, they are blood relatives, but the adopted child is always an outsider. After he passes away, he will have to rely on his nephew to carry his coffin and hold his wreath.

It became natural for them to ask Yang Ziqiang for money.

Yang Ziqiang also realized that they were somewhat greedy, so he stopped giving them money.

He is now over seventy years old and has some pension money, which is barely enough to support himself, let alone help others.

Yang Shu's nephew, upon seeing Yang Ziqiang, was overjoyed and went up to him.

"Uncle, I heard your house is going to be demolished for redevelopment. Could you give me 500,000 yuan in compensation? Your grand-nephew needs to buy a house to get married, and with house prices so high these days, we really don't have enough money!"

Yang Ziqiang never expected that his appetite had grown so large, asking for 500,000 yuan right off the bat.

He flatly refused.