Xiao Chengjing reluctantly released Shen Yuewei, a rare blush of embarrassment flashing across his handsome face before he regained his composure. He first respectfully bowed to Shen's parents, saying, "This son-in-law greets my father-in-law and mother-in-law." He then cupped his hands to Shen Wenbai and his wife, saying, "Second brother, second sister-in-law." Finally, he scooped up An'an, who was jumping up and down anxiously on the ground, and gave her a loud kiss on her rosy cheek, exclaiming, "Daddy's hugging me! Daddy missed An'an the most!"

The courtyard was instantly filled with the joyful laughter of long-awaited reunions, and the sunlight seemed to shine even brighter.

Chun Tao and her maids quickly set out a sumptuous reunion feast. On the round table, the spring bamboo shoots from Jiangnan were crisp and tender, the river delicacies were fresh and delicious, and the aroma of chicken, duck, and fish filled the air. Father Shen happily poured Xiao Chengjing a cup of his homemade peach blossom wine: "Chengjing, you must be tired from your journey! Come, drink this first!"

Xiao Chengjing smiled, raised his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

The atmosphere at the banquet was lively. After a few drinks, Shen Wenbai became even more talkative, winking at Xiao Chengjing: "Brother-in-law, you have no idea! Before you even arrived, his jealousy had already reached Jiangnan! The 'betrothal gifts' parading all over the streets, wow, good heavens, coral trees, luminous pearls... what a grand display! It caused a sensation throughout Suzhou and Hangzhou! Many men who wanted to make a move on my sister were so scared that they carried their betrothal gifts back overnight! Hahahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter again. Shen Yuewei's cheeks flushed red, and she glared at her second brother reproachfully, but her hand under the table was tightly held by Xiao Chengjing's warm, large hand. He turned his head, looked at her blushing cheeks, his eyes filled with deep affection, and whispered, "You're a bit too jealous, but... it works very well."

Shen Yuewei's face turned even redder. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.

An'an sat on her father's lap, holding a chicken leg in one hand and curiously touching her father's face with the other, then touching her mother's face, asking in a childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, why are your faces so red? Like the red berries An'an ate!"

Children's innocent remarks caused everyone at the table to burst into laughter, even disturbing the two little ones sleeping soundly in their cradles, who let out a few dissatisfied whimpers.

Xiao Chengjing laughed heartily, lifting his daughter high in the air. Amidst her giggles, he looked at Shen Yuewei, her eyes crinkling with laughter, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom. Outside the window, the spring night in Jiangnan was gentle and tranquil. Inside the courtyard, the lights were warm and inviting, the aroma of food filled the air, and family members surrounded them, their laughter and chatter delightful.

This was what he had longed for, even after abandoning his vast empire—the simple joys of life and a lifetime of family reunion. He lowered his head and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, firmly repeated, "Wei'er, we're going home."

Shen Yuewei looked back at him, her eyes glistening with tears, reflecting the lights in the room and his affectionate face. A smile that could make the spring scenery of Jiangnan pale in comparison appeared on her lips, and she nodded gently.

"Yes, let's go home."