The taxi driver who was stopped only saw a gust of wind blow in from outside, followed by a noticeable weight on the back seat.

So the taxi driver instinctively asked, "Where to?"

Rong Yu: "Fengyun Hualou, thank you. Can you hurry up? I'm in a rush."

Upon hearing that they were in a hurry, the driver immediately pressed the meter, started the car, and sped off.

After driving quite a distance, the driver asked curiously, "Sir, are you in a hurry? There's a speed limit on this road, so there are some places where you really can't go fast."

"It's okay, I'll try my best," Rong Yu said.

Driver: "May I ask, sir, what are you rushing to do? I'm just curious, but you don't have to tell me if you mind."

Rong Yu: "There's a male fox with ulterior motives. I have to take my lover back."

Driver: "Oh, is this... going to catch someone cheating?"

Rong Yu frowned: "No, my lover has no interest in that male fox, but he doesn't know that the male fox also went to that place."

Driver: "Then why didn't you send him a WeChat message to tell him?"

Rong Yu: "Sending a WeChat message is nothing compared to going there in person, then showing off your love in front of the male fox, with your sweetheart in your arms?"

Driver: "...I've learned something new." The driver glanced casually at the rearview mirror.

At first glance, the driver noticed Rong Yu's features and said curiously, "Hey? Young man, you look familiar."

Rong Yu, who was wearing a large mask and black-rimmed glasses and fiddling with his phone with his head down, subconsciously raised his hand and pulled the mask up to cover most of his face when the driver said that: "Really? Maybe I just have a very common face."

However, when he looked up, the driver who was looking in the rearview mirror met his eyes and eyebrows.

With the mask on, her delicate, almond-shaped eyes stood out even more.

Yes, the eyes are beautiful, but...

Driver: "Holy crap! Jing Sheng!"

Rong Yu quickly waved her hands: "No, no, no! I didn't mean it! Master, watch the road! Watch the road! There's a turn ahead!"

Driver: "Holy crap! The voice is exactly the same!"

Rong Yu: "What a coincidence! Just a coincidence! It took a turn!"

Just as he was about to crash into the guardrail, the driver finally remembered that he was still driving, and quickly turned the steering wheel to get the car back on track.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The driver said, "Oh, it was just a coincidence, young man. I'm sorry, but your eyes look so much like the male ghost in a movie I watched before. I thought I was seeing a ghost. You don't know, ever since I watched that movie, I've been afraid to drive at night, just in case I pick up a ghost. Hahaha, doesn't that sound superstitious?"

Rong Yu: "..." Sorry, I made you see a ghost in broad daylight.

Upon arriving at Fengyun Hualou, Rong Yu quickly scanned the code to pay and got out of the car, leaving the driver with only a fleeting, swift silhouette.

The driver looked at his back and suddenly felt a chill. "Wow, even their backs look so similar."

As for Yin Chengjue, after leaving home early in the morning, he went to the Yin family's old residence to pick up Old Master Yin.

Upon seeing her grandson arrive, Yin Changhong's face immediately broke into a smile.

"Chengjue is here, sit down, sit down!" As soon as Yin Chengjue entered, Yin Changhong raised a hand that was resting on his cane and greeted him.

Even with wrinkles all over his face, Yin Changhong's strong facial features are still visible.

In fact, if you really compare them, Yin Chengjue's appearance is only four or five parts similar to Yin He, and about eight or nine parts similar to Yin Changhong when he was young. Only some subtle details can vaguely see the shadow of Feng Chengda.

That's why Yin Changhong always felt a strong urge to be close to his grandson whenever he saw him.

However, Yin Changhong was not very good at expressing his love for his grandson, so every time they met, Yin Changhong would not talk to Yin Chengjue much. He would just instruct the housekeeper to bring up all the good food in the house and give him new cards, various consumption cards for newly opened stores under the Yin family.

Yin Chengjue knew that this was Yin Changhong's way of showing his love, so he never refused. He would just bring Yin Changhong some calligraphy and paintings every time he went back.

When he was young, Mr. Yin did not have the hobbies of smoking or drinking, and naturally he did not like these things in his old age. He just liked to collect calligraphy and antiques.

The calligraphy doesn't necessarily have to be a rare and precious antique; anything that fits Yin Changhong's aesthetic standards is acceptable.

Therefore, Yin Chengjue purchased several paintings exhibited at an art exhibition by one of Yin Changhong's most admired painters, as well as some rare antiques and jade, as a birthday gift for Yin Changhong.

"Good, good, Chengjue is very kind." Yin Changhong sat in the chair, her hands resting on the dragon head on her cane, looking at Yin Chengjue with a gentle expression.

Yin Chengjue sat down in front of Yin Changhong and skillfully brewed and poured tea for him.

“Chengjue, Grandpa is seventy today.” Yin Changhong picked up the tea that Yin Chengjue had placed on the table, blew on it gently, and said slowly, “Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, ten or twenty years have passed just like that.”

Yin Chengjue smiled and agreed: "Yes, time flies, but Grandpa doesn't look old at all. The furnishings in the house haven't changed either. Every time I come back, it's like going back to my childhood. It's just that things that seemed very tall before are now short and small."

"That's because your head keeps sticking up. You used to be able to hide in a small cabinet, but now it's hard to even get half your body in," Yin Changhong said with a smile, stroking his beard.

Just then, a greeting sounded from outside the door. Yin Changhong raised her eyes slightly, and Yin Chengjue followed her gaze and turned to look.

So, when Yin He walked into the hall in her high heels, her gaze met Yin Changhong and Yin Chengjue's identical phoenix eyes.

Almond-shaped eyes, or phoenix eyes, usually appear quite sharp, especially when the person with those eyes is looking at you without a smile. It can give the impression of prey being stared at by a raptor.

And now, there are two people sitting on this sofa...

Yin He unconsciously glanced down at her outfit: a red and white fitted long dress, a gold feather vest, and a long silver pendant necklace.

This is the perfect outfit for a banquet, there's nothing wrong with it, right?

"Dad! I brought you a gift, I'm sure you'll like it!" Yin He walked over with a smile and sat down opposite Yin Changhong, next to Yin Chengjue.

"Hmph, so you finally decided to come back? I thought it would take you a long time to get over that scumbag." Yin Changhong said with a straight face.

“Dad, what are you saying? When has it ever been your birthday and I haven’t come back to see you?” Yin He said.

Yin Changhong: "Oh, so you know you have to come back to see me on my birthday, but you don't come back for any other important holidays?"

Yin He subtly nudged Yin Chengjue with her elbow, but Yin Chengjue seemed oblivious, maintaining his upright posture and pretending to be just a background figure.

Yin He had no choice but to explain herself: "Dad, I'm just busy with work!"

"You're busy? Can you be busier than Qiushi? He knows to come over and talk to me every few days. Chengjue is a new official, busy with the company, but he still knows to send me, this old man, some pictures and make a video call when he has free time. But you, you finally got divorced, and before you even had a chance to get the certificate, you ran off abroad." Although he didn't say much to his eldest grandson, the old man poured out all his "disgust" to his daughter.

Yin He was speechless after being rebuked, so she could only listen obediently.

Ultimately, Yin Changhong's most beloved child was his only daughter, whom his wife had given birth to. When she was little, he spoiled her like a princess, giving her whatever she wanted and being afraid that she would get hurt.

They truly treated it like a precious gem, afraid it would break if held in their hands or melt if kept in their mouths.

As a result, before Yin Changhong could react, Feng Chengda snatched away the potted flower that Yin Changhong had so carefully nurtured. How could Yin Changhong not be furious? She was so angry that she wanted to grab a cleaver and chop that wild boy up!

If Feng Chengda hadn't consistently acted so deceptively, seemingly treating Yin He very well, how could Yin Changhong have felt comfortable entrusting a portion of the Yin family business to Feng Chengda?

Therefore, Yin Changhong was furious when she learned that Feng Chengda was a wolf in sheep's clothing who had been using Yin He all these years just to seize the Yin family's money and power and to use a marriage certificate as a ladder to climb the social ladder.

He hated himself for not testing him more back then, for being soft-hearted, and even more so for that heartless scumbag.

But since things have come to this, there's no point in saying more.

He buried his regret and remorse, only showing a hint of resentment and disdain to his beloved daughter: Why didn't you come back to see me more often? Silly child, if you had come back to see me more often all these years, and told me more about the grievances you have been silently enduring, how could you have had to endure until today?

Yin He knew that Yin Changhong had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, so after he finished speaking, she very conscientiously poured him some tea.

A moment of silence fell, and although the three remained silent, the atmosphere noticeably warmed up.

The old housekeeper stood not far away, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and gestured to the nanny from afar—don't disturb them now, the tea and snacks will be served later.

The three enjoyed a short while of leisure time together as three generations lived under one roof, when another round of greetings rang out from outside.

The people who will arrive at this time...

Yin Chengjue vaguely knew who it was, and turned to look in that direction.

So when a tall, well-tailored man in a bespoke, tailored dark blue suit walked in, he was met by three pairs of identical almond-shaped eyes.

Out of courtesy as a junior, Yin Chengjue broke the awkward silence by speaking first, saying, "Hello, Uncle."

"Oh, Chengjue has grown even more handsome." Yin Qiushi's eyebrows curved into a smile, and he added, "Dad, little sister, it seems I'm late?"

“That’s right,” Yin He patted the seat next to her. “Brother, come and sit down.”