Time flies, and China has gone through the reform and opening up, ushering in a new era. This giant dragon has finally shown its most magnificent figure and stands tall in the East.

In the depths of winter, a light snow began to fall, as if the entire city of Mingzhu was draped in a thin black veil. Outside Mingzhu Hospital, a handsome man in a sharp black suit, tall and with a healthy bronze complexion, carrying fruit in his hand, hurried into the hospital.

Standing outside the door of the top-floor VIP ward, Zhao Xinghe patted his cheeks to smooth the sorrow on his face, and pushed the door open with a smile, "Grandma, I've come to see you."

The elderly woman, dressed in a blue and white hospital gown, had a kind face. She was leaning against the hospital bed, complaining about her son. When she heard her grandson's voice, she smiled lovingly and waved, "Xinghe is here. Come over quickly and let Grandma see you. How are you doing at the company? Are you settling in well?"

She started rambling on and on, just like any other elderly person, but the two people she was nagging didn't seem to mind at all; they listened with smiles on their faces.

"Xinghe, do whatever you want in the future without worry. Your dad will support you just like I supported him back then. Don't have any concerns."

"Mm." Zhao Xinghe's eyes were a little red. He turned his head away, not daring to let Wuyou see his red eyes. Zhao Hongjun, who was quite old, also had red eyes.

"Don't be sad. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life. As long as you are doing well, that's all that matters." Wuyou shook her head. She could feel life passing by, but she felt no fear.

The next morning, Zhao Hongjun returned with breakfast to find Wuyou's body already cold. The grown man, in his fifties or sixties, wept like a child, embracing his son and sobbing uncontrollably. His mother, who had been with him for most of his life, had passed away first.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the task. Task settlement will now begin.]

[Zhao Wuyou's mission satisfaction is 100%, 100 points; his lifelong philanthropy earns him 150 points.]

Name: Wuyou

Gender: Female (variable)

Mental Strength: 18

Luck value: 5

Sentiment level: 0.04%

Points: 735

Grade: E (30%)

Item: Portable Space

Skills: Advanced Alchemy, Intermediate Ancient Martial Arts, Basic Cooking, Basic Embroidery, Basic Politician, Basic Languages

Mission protection period: three times

Vacation time: 35 times

Wuyou, dressed in a snow-white knee-length dress with a matching belt accentuating her slender waist, sat calmly on a soft chair, unresponsive to the system's words. Her eyelids slightly closed, she rested her chin on her hand and yawned.

A lazy voice drifted through the space, "Next task."

"Yes, host." The system responded immediately. Wuyou felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, followed by an overwhelming dizziness.

The spring sunshine was bright and warm, and laughter filled the air in a courtyard house. The laughter of the women was particularly melodious.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue robe opened the door and led an old beggar with white hair and beard, dressed in tattered clothes, through the door, showing no disgust on his face.

"Brother, please come in—" The middle-aged man, Kong Tingxuan, smiled broadly and stepped aside to let the old beggar enter first.

"Oh dear, how could I possibly accept this?" The old beggar picked his nose, speaking modestly, but his steps were anything but modest as he strode through the door.

"Brother, just make yourself at home, it's no trouble at all," Kong Tingxuan said gently, his warm and respectful manner making him seem like a relative!

At this moment, the door to a room on the east side opened, and a pretty woman dressed in white stood there. Her appearance was elegant and refined, and her almond-shaped eyes were as clear as glass. With a gentle blink, she was playful and cute, with an innocent smile on her face and a clear and melodious voice.

Kong Qingyan's eyes sparkled with surprise. She lifted her skirt and ran to Kong Tingxuan, "Dad, you're back!"

She tilted her head back, blinking her eyes, her face full of expectation and longing as she looked at Kong Tingxuan.

Seeing his beloved daughter, Kong Tingxuan felt an overwhelming surge of affection, his heart softening as he reached out to stroke her hair, followed by a pang of guilt.

"Qingyan, I ran into some trouble on the way and couldn't bring you the red gold hairpin with ruby. Next time... next time I will definitely bring you one."

Upon hearing this, Kong Qingyan's face showed undisguised disappointment, and she pouted her little mouth in dissatisfaction. However, after thinking about her father's personality, she did not lash out, but simply turned her head away to show her displeasure.

"Brother Kong, is this your daughter? She's so beautiful." The old beggar looked at Kong Qingyan and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes. After all, Kong Qingyan's appearance was indeed outstanding, and her innocent and pure demeanor was even more rare.

"Yes, I'm sorry to have made you laugh, brother." Hearing the other party praise his beloved daughter, Kong Tingxuan's eyes were full of smiles and pride, but he still remained modest.

"Dad, who is this?" Kong Qingyan, being a child, forgot about it after a while, but when she saw the old beggar in tattered clothes, curiosity flashed in her eyes.

"This is Brother Li. He has a pitiful background, with no children. My father met him on the road and decided to take him into our home. You should call him Uncle Li from now on." Kong Tingxuan spoke very softly, afraid of hurting the other party's self-esteem, but little did he know that what he said had already been heard by the other party.

"Oh!" Kong Qingyan nodded, clearly used to such things. Kong Tingxuan was a well-known philanthropist in the surrounding area, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need, earning him the nickname "Kong the Philanthropist".

The local people are simple and honest, mostly kind-hearted and grateful. As a result, the Kong family has a good reputation in the area and has received a lot of gratitude from others. Kong Qingyan is not stingy with this favor.

"Go tell your mother to prepare a good meal," Kong Tingxuan said with a smile, instructing his daughter.

The Kong family's side was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter, while not far away by the river, a group of women were washing clothes. Most of them were middle-aged women in their thirties, with plump figures and loud voices.

The most conspicuous one was a woman dressed in a long blue dress, with her sleeves rolled up, beating her clothes. She had her head down, and her long, dark hair obscured her face, with only her excessively fair skin occasionally visible.

As the sun began to set, the women around her left one by one. When the last one was about to leave, she glanced at the woman in blue, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You should hurry back. It's getting dark. Even if you need to wash clothes, you can't push yourself like this. You can wash them tomorrow."

"Hmm!" The woman in green nodded listlessly. She glanced at the fact that most of her clothes had been removed. Her body was stiff from squatting for so long, and she couldn't help but straighten up to stretch her muscles. But as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy, her vision went black, and she fell headfirst into the water.

Her body fell quite quickly, a few bubbles appeared, and then she disappeared without a trace.

"Ah—" the middle-aged woman screamed and quickly dropped her clothes and jumped into the water to save the person.