The words are simple, the heart is still warm, the wine is sober, the infatuation has cooled

Lao Zhou, the taciturn special forces soldier, would rather endure a longer wait than be bombarded with questions. "Mr. Qian, I, I don't understand. You know how I understand those things?"

"Just the two of us, just chatting."

Lao Zhou couldn't resist and could only reluctantly organize his words, "I, I really don't understand love, I only know family."

But when he mentioned home, he seemed to open a window and spoke more fluently, "Yes, it's home. Wife, children, and a warm bed! Mr. Qian, please don't think I'm cheesy, this is really my understanding of love."

"Think you're vulgar? I don't even have a home now!"

Sensing Qian Jianjun's desolation, Lao Zhou, the loyal driver, couldn't help but want to offer some words of comfort. "Mr. Qian, we've been together for so many years. There are a few things I've been wanting to say to you for a long time."

"Come on, why are you holding it in, brother?"

"I was afraid you'd be angry, so I wanted to tell you that no matter how big your career is, it can't compare to the warmth of a small family. You and Ms. Mei divorced, and I really wanted to persuade you, but seeing you always arguing, I didn't understand, so I didn't say much. But after I was put in the detention center, during those few days, I truly realized how important family is! At the time, I didn't know what was happening outside. I was afraid that if I beat that piece of trash seriously, I might get five years or even more. I was so scared that I couldn't sleep all night. It wasn't that I was afraid of anything else. Career, money, and reputation were meaningless at that time. I was only afraid of my family breaking up! I just wanted to go home and be with my family! Even if I had to beg for food, as long as I could be with my family, it would be fine."

Old Zhou’s face turned red, probably because he hadn’t spoken so many words in one breath for many years.

"Hey, following me these past few years has kept you away from your family for far too long. It's my fault. I'll give you some time off so you can spend more time with your family."

"Mr. Qian, you said I don't spend enough time with my family. What about you? I haven't been home, so you definitely haven't been home either! That's what I want to say, spend more time with your family. I always feel that you don't spend enough time with Ms. Mei. She's naturally worried about it when she's alone..." Old Zhou paused for a moment before hesitatingly saying, "When I first got out of the detention center, I actually thought about quitting and finding a nine-to-five job, but you've been so good to me, I can't leave you at this time."

Qian Jianjun also understood Lao Zhou's inner thoughts for the first time. He said with emotion, "Brother Zhou, why didn't you tell me earlier? I just realized that I ignored the feelings of the people around me. I only thought I could compensate them with money, for you, Xiaoyu, and her..."

Old Zhou ignored Qian Jianjun's deeper guilt and quickly said politely, "No, Mr. Qian, you've been very kind to me. Really, I'm very grateful. I just..."

"Don't leave me, Brother Zhou. Stay with me. I'll find someone else when I get back. You can help take care of the baby. You can work in two shifts. The salary will remain the same. No, it will be higher!"

"Mr. Qian, that's really not what I meant..." Old Zhou couldn't explain it clearly anymore.

"I know that's not what you meant. I just want you to spend more time with your family and your children. Xiaoyuan is so cute!"

When Old Zhou mentioned his daughter, he became happy again. "Mr. Qian, to encourage me to go home more often, my daughter Yuaner even wrote me a couplet the other day, saying she would hang it on our doorstep during the Spring Festival. I don't understand it either, so since you're an expert, please give me some advice."

"Oh? How old is Yuan'er when she can compose couplets? Tell me quickly. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Qian Jianjun liked Yuan'er very much. When he heard the news, he was not only excited but also blamed Lao Zhou for telling him so late.

"The couplet she wrote was, 'Happiness brings happiness to others, and happiness to others; happiness brings happiness to the family, and happiness to the family.'"

"Happiness brings happiness to others, and happiness to the family brings happiness to the family." Qian Jianjun repeated the couplet, the light in his eyes gradually turning to surprise, and then to an expression of disbelief. "Did Xiao Yuaner write this couplet? It's a palindrome, and it reads exactly the same from the last word forward. And the subtext of the couplet is to encourage you to go home more often. It's very meaningful! Yuaner is amazing, did she really write this?"

"Yuan'er's mother studied Chinese, so she might have taught her!"

"Even if it was written by my sister-in-law, it's not easy!"

Hearing such high praise, Lao Zhou couldn't stop smiling and started talking more. "Sometimes I'm tired and I just lie at home on weekends. Xiao Yuaner even wrote a song for me, with lyrics and music of her own, called 'Dad Who Hasn't Woke Up for Two Days'. I downloaded it and will play it for you!"

"She's already writing songs at such a young age? Brother Zhou, this Yuan'er is more promising than you! This is no longer just talent, this is genius! I'm going to reward her well later. Quick, play the song for me first!" Soon, the car stereo rang with little Yuan'er's clear and pleasant voice:

"My dad hasn't gotten up for two days. I don't know what he's doing. He's been snoring again in less than an hour.

My father hasn't gotten up for two days. I don't know what he is doing, except occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom and staying in bed.

Dad, Dad, get up. Dad, Dad, get up. Hurry up and get up. The sun is shining on your butt!

My dad hasn't gotten up in two days. I don't know what he's doing. Besides sleeping, he's playing games and he won't put them down.

My father hasn't gotten up for two days. I don't know what he is doing. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, he can't be disturbed.

Dad, Dad, get up. Dad, Dad, get up. Hurry up and get up. The sun is shining on your butt!

Dad, Dad, get up, Dad, Dad, get up, hurry up and get up, I'm hungry!

Dad, you haven’t gotten up for one day, Dad, you haven’t gotten up for two days, Dad, you haven’t gotten up for three days, I’m hungry!

Go find your mother..."

The cheerful melody and playful lyrics vividly depict a daughter trying to find ways to get her father out of bed and play with her. Qian Jianjun played it on repeat several times and soon he was humming along...

"If I had a child..." As soon as this thought came to mind, Qian Jianjun vaguely remembered that once when Mei Rugu was drunk, she seemed to have mentioned to him, "Let's have a child"...

Heartache cut off the memories, Qian Jianjun told Lao Zhou, "Brother Zhou, let's go back to the company first..."

After seeing Qian Jianjun off, Xue Jiuyue also joined Ke Yike and the others in their busy work.

"Xiaoyue, what are you busy with?" A familiar voice bypassed Xue Jiuyue's attention and came from the opposite side very close.

Looking up, I was startled. Sitting across from me was Cheng Qing, but her attire was completely different. Her makeup was light, yet she looked radiant. Her long, silky hair, untied by a ponytail, shone like silk and satin, highlighting a rare allure in her. Her tight, dark-colored top, made of frugal material, exaggerated her curves and left something to the imagination.

A flash of enlightenment flashed through Xue Jiuyue's mind, "In love?!"

Cheng Qing nodded, as if she was too shy to bear the cool breeze, but there was a hint of provocation in the corners of her eyes.

Facing her bestie's boasting, Xue Jiuyue blurted out, "Could it be that you are the mistress?"

"Xue Jiyue, you are jealous!"

"Do you really?"

Cheng Qing then remembered that her reaction could be misunderstood. "No, it's with Zeng Le!"

"Uh..." There were big news on both sides. Xue Jiuyue, who was having trouble making a choice, hesitated for a moment before asking, "How did you decide not to be a mistress?"

"Last time, after I asked you to look at the seal and we analyzed it, I already had my doubts, but then something happened that made me even more convinced!"

"What kind of thing? Can you tell me clearly?" Xue Jiuyue was extremely curious.

"No. The company has achieved a milestone success, and we held a celebratory dinner. I originally suggested we go to your place, but he refused. He said that if he came to your place, you would definitely charge him for free, or at most, at cost, which would be a hassle for you. In the end, the venue was chosen to be a restaurant in a five-star hotel..."

Startups are always the most grueling. Dreams burn brightly within, driving elites to work tirelessly, forgetting food and sleep. There are moments of hesitation and confusion, of physical and mental exhaustion, but a recollection of Ren Hongyi's words rekindles their spirits. He always said, "Even if we fail, even if we are shattered to pieces, when we are old and bragging to our grandchildren, we can proudly say, 'In the face of fate, Grandpa didn't flinch. Grandpa did it!'"

Now we have finally achieved some results! Just take a short break, stand on the mountainside and look back at the wind, frost, rain and snow along the way. There is always a sense of pride that makes the infinite scenery on the top of the mountain no longer out of reach, and let each glass of fine wine replace blood to bring relaxation and soothing intoxication to the warriors who have been fighting fiercely.

As the team's leader, Ren Hongyi also drank and enjoyed himself with the soldiers. However, he paid special attention to Cheng Qing, who had supported them both personally and professionally. He expressed his gratitude by constantly filling his glass.

"Xiao Chen, Brother Wang, please take Xiao Zhang home. She's been drinking a lot."

"Okay, Mr. Ren."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ren."

After seeing off the last three single colleagues, only Ren Hongyi and Cheng Qing were left in the huge banquet hall.

"Mr. Cheng, it's still early. Should I take you home, or should we sit for a while at the bar on the first floor? Use your imagination to find ways to fill in the gaps for future development." Ren Hongyi seemed a little reluctant.

"What about you? Aren't you in a hurry to go home today?"

"It's okay. I'm probably going to get drunk today, so I'll stay here. I've got a room."

Cheng Qing hesitated for a moment and said, "Then let's go to the first floor and have some more drinks."

The bar is located in a corner of the hotel's lobby on the first floor. The complex decoration blocks out the bright lights, leaving only a dim corner.

The only guests, Ren Hongyi and Cheng Qing, ordered a table full of wine. With no one to interrupt them and only the wine as a medium, the two of them spoke freely, quickly moving from their careers to their relationships.

"Mr. Ren, didn't you say that everyone should bring their families to the party today? Why didn't you bring your wife out for everyone to see? Who is so lucky to have Mr. Ren bow down to you?" Cheng Dan rested his chin on one hand, his eyes blurred, and he looked drunk.

At this time, Ren Hongyi's face was also dyed red by the alcohol, "Ah, it's hard to put it into words..."

"What? Aren't you treating each other with respect and treating each other with the same dignity? I wonder how many people envy you. Is there something else going on?"

"You, you know..." Ren Hongyi looked straight at Cheng Qing. After a few seconds, he frowned and drank a small glass of wine before continuing, "Do you know why I always talk about my wife?"

Cheng Qing shook his head.

"Does it give people the impression that we are very loving and I don't want to leave my wife even for a moment?"

Cheng Qing nodded again and then asked, "Isn't it?"