It turns out that Yun Qing had always remembered how he left without a word five years ago, causing the Yun family and her to lose face.

That humiliation left them with no possibility of anything more.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

Xiao Chong'an suddenly lost all his strength. Who could he blame? Yun Qing?

No, she was not wrong. Wasn't this the kind of woman he liked—one who was clear about her likes and dislikes and had a strong will?

Previously, due to stereotypes, he always looked down on such a well-bred young lady, thinking that Yun Qing would definitely cling to him and hold on to the marriage agreement. Little did he know that he was the clown.

He was the only one at fault. He had previously thought that his older brother had interfered, causing them to miss the opportunity, but now it seemed that he had no one to blame but himself.

...

Eight years later.

Xiao Chongye returned home with a dark expression, carrying a package.

Yun Qing glanced at him and said irritably, "Who are you trying to impress with that sour face?"

His son and daughter, who were reading nearby, looked at him curiously: "Dad, you're such a grown man, why are you acting so childish? Are you trying to get Mom's attention?"

Xiao Chongye's face darkened further as he cautiously looked at Yun Qing: "Wife, I didn't mean that."

"Oh." Yun Qing ate her pastry, pointing casually to the package beside her. "What's this?"

Mentioning this made Xiao Chongye furious, but he dared not say anything more unpleasant.

"This was sent by Xiao Chong'an, who said it was a gift for you."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qing sat up straight.

"Tuantuan, Youyou, open the package and let me see it."

After speaking with her privately, Xiao Chong'an left the country the next day without leaving a single letter, which angered his parents, who scolded him for being unfilial.

However, whether it was due to the Xiao family's talent or not, he actually made a name for himself abroad.

The following year, he wrote to his family, asking them to stop sending him money and instead send him valuable gifts every year.

Fortunately, the person was staying abroad, so Yun Qing didn't have to see him or worry about him, and she could accept it.

Tuantuan and Youyou are twin siblings, whose real names are Xiao Qihang and Yun Yuancheng, respectively.

When they grew up, Xiao Chongye divided the Xiao family's assets in two, allowing each of them to inherit their own share.

With Yun Qing's dowry and Xiao Chong'an's subsidies over the years, the sum was quite substantial. With a solid foundation, the two quickly achieved success, expanding the Xiao family's business to other cities and even overseas.

Yunqing lived a harmonious life with her husband and filial children. She passed away peacefully without illness or disaster.

The sun was shining brightly that day. She lay in the rocking chair, listening to Xiao Chongye ramble on about the past.

She's over eighty years old, six years older than her, but she's gotten younger and younger. When she mentions her engagement to Xiao Chong'an, she gets a sour taste in her mouth and inevitably starts rambling on about other things.

One minute they say Yun Qing has never said she loves him, the next they say Xiao Chong'an has never given up his wicked intentions, otherwise why would he send such expensive gifts back every year, and only to the three of them, mother and son, not to his own brother?

Yun Qing grew impatient and beckoned someone over. She whispered three words in his ear, causing Xiao Chongye to purse his lips and smile like a fool.

"Really, at your age, why do you still act like a child?"

Yun Qing kept complaining, but soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Xiao Chongye woke her up, only to find that she was already gone.

A tear slowly rolled down his face. He personally changed her clothes, called his children back, and sat silently in the rocking chair, as if savoring something.

When Xiao Qihang and Yun Yuancheng finished setting up their mother's mourning hall and went to see their father, they discovered that he had already passed away, following Yun Qing.

The following day, Xiao Chong'an rushed over from another city.

Upon seeing Yun Qing's photo on the wall, he couldn't help but tear up. So many years have passed, and even as an old lady, she remains so elegant and beautiful, the most beautiful person in his heart.

Xiao Qihang and Yun Yuancheng still had some affection for this uncle, after all, they felt indebted to him.

"Uncle, since you're back this time, please stay at home. We'll take care of you in your old age."

Xiao Chong'an, leaning on his cane, sighed: "Of course I'll stay, but I won't live in the Xiao family anymore. I'll just find a small house nearby."

“This…” Remembering their mother’s consistent attitude, the two did not try to persuade her further and agreed in hushed tones.

Three years later, Xiao Chong'an passed away and was buried next to the graves of Xiao Hua and his wife.