The Rolls-Royce door opened, and a refined old man stepped out, leaning on a cane and holding the hand of a tall, beautiful girl. Despite her young age, she exuded an aura of unapproachable nobility, and no one dared to look at her for fear of upsetting the girl.

The grandfather and granddaughter entered the roast goose shop hand in hand, seemingly intending to buy some. Suddenly, Zhou Yueyun exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise as she looked at Lin Baiwei, "He...he's not Qingqing..."

Lin Baiwei also recognized the old man; he was Ye Xunmei, Ye Qingqing's grandfather, whom she had met at the restaurant a couple of days ago.

I never expected Ye Qingqing to have such a powerful background; she's actually related to Miao Tianxiang.

Lin Bai shook his head slightly. Zhou Yueyun knew what was going on, so she regained her composure, pretended not to recognize him, and asked, "This old gentleman seems to have a very unusual air about him!"

The driver laughed, "This old gentleman is one of the four famous talents in Hong Kong. He's over eighty now and has no talent. Ten years ago, Mr. Ye's girlfriends were all younger than his granddaughter. They were all young and beautiful and were vying to be Mr. Ye's girlfriends."

"He must have been seventy years ago, right? Were those girls blind?" Zhou Yueyun couldn't understand what was so great about that old man that she was trying to steal.

"That's because you haven't seen what Mr. Ye looked like ten years ago. He looked to be at most forty, dashing and handsome. If I were a woman, I would be tempted too. I'll find you some photos of this old gentleman from back then, and I guarantee you'll all be tempted after seeing them. Otherwise, how could this old gentleman have captivated the gambling queen, Madam Miao, so completely?"

The driver became interested in gossip. Since there was a traffic jam anyway, he rummaged around in the car for a while and found a few old magazines. He found old photos of Ye Xunmei from ten years ago, which were the subject of a sex scandal. "Look, these are from eight or nine years ago. Back then, Mr. Ye was a big name in gossip magazines. Even celebrities weren't as popular as him."

Ye Xunmei in the magazine is tall and handsome, exuding charm. He is arm in arm with a young and beautiful girl, and they look perfectly matched, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

"He doesn't look like a seventy-year-old man at all..." Zhou Yueyun sighed with emotion. She truly understood those girls now and finally understood why Ye Qingqing was so beautiful. Genetics really is the most important factor.

The driver added, "This old gentleman is not only handsome and talented, but he's also a bit too much of a womanizer. But all talented men are womanizers, and he's found true love in his old age. He and Madam Miao are living happily ever after."

Ye Xunmei bought a roast goose, and she and Niu Niu each ate a piece first. They had to finish it on the way so that Miao Tianxiang wouldn't find out, otherwise she would nag about it all night.

"Could that young girl be Madam Miao's daughter?" Zhou Yueyun didn't recognize Miao Tianxiang and thought she was young and had a child with Ye Xunmei.

The driver shook his head. "She's Madam Miao's granddaughter. Madam Miao doesn't have any children of her own, so this little girl is the daughter of her adopted daughter. Now Madam Miao doesn't manage anything anymore; she stays home taking care of her granddaughter every day."

“Children from wealthy families just have that air about them.” Seeing Niu Niu’s naturally dignified and mature demeanor, Zhou Yueyun’s desire to have a daughter intensified.

If she could really have a daughter, she would want her to receive an aristocratic education from a young age, no matter how much it cost.

"That's all built with money. I heard that Mrs. Miao bought a farm in New Zealand to provide organic food for her granddaughter so that she could eat well. She built a horse farm for her granddaughter who likes horseback riding, and bought a mountain in Switzerland for her who likes skiing. There are seventeen or eighteen servants serving this little princess every day. See that row of cars? They're all bodyguards. Can an ordinary family afford this kind of extravagance?"

The driver pointed to about a dozen black cars parked in front of and behind the Rolls-Royce, which were clearly visible.