"Well, that'll be fun."

"Okay." Gong Ling wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pushed out of Yan Mo's arms, looked into her eyes, and smiled:

"Momo, actually, people like you and Si Ze should give yourselves a break and go out for a walk."

"She said she wanted to retire early, live in the countryside, plant flowers and raise birds." The person who answered was Si Ze who was driving.

"That's fine!" Gong Ling agreed. "You're so tired when you're young. You should retire early."

Yan Mo smiled and didn't say anything else.

…

Time flies, and eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The little boy Si Ruizhi has grown into a handsome young man.

Today is the day he returns from studying abroad, but what awaits him is not a welcome party with laughter and joy, but a letter from his parents.

After reading the contents of the letter, Si Ruizhi, who always had a modest image, couldn't help but swear:

“I++”

"You have to be so ruthless! I haven't even had a sip of water yet and you're showing me this."

After he complained, the castle's second-generation steward walked in, bringing with him a large pile of information, contracts, and other important documents, as well as rows of keys.

"Young Master, this is what the Master asked me to give you."

Looking at the documents and things that almost filled up half of the hall, Si Ruizhi scratched his head angrily. After a long while, he suppressed the urge to run away and asked in a deep voice:

"Did the old man and my mother leave any words?"

"The young master said that if you believe in yourself, you can do it."