night,

The sound of rain pattering came from the roof.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind, it continued to sweep across the entire village.

Under the misty rain, the sky above the fishing village gradually became hazy.

Lin Ziyan looked at the wind fish outside, a hint of worry in her eyes.

With such strong winds, it wouldn't be difficult to blow the roof off.

The chubby girl was dozing off next to her desk, the book she was holding almost slipping off her desk.

She woke up with a start, "Is it dawn?"

Jiaojiao covered her mouth and laughed, shaking her head vigorously.

During typhoon days, they liked to gather in Lin Ziyan's room to read and draw.

My second sister, Xiaoxiao, is diligently writing an essay titled "My Father."

She asked her Chinese teacher to let her write about my older sister.

"It's only noon now," Lin Ziyan said with a shake of her head and a smile.

She opened the window a crack to let the breeze into the room.

On typhoon days, it's stuffy and hot inside, but cold outside, as if autumn had arrived in a single day.

In the courtyard, fallen leaves blew into every corner.

The pitter-patter of the rain was like the prelude to autumn, blending with the sound of the wind.

A whistling sound seeped in from every crevice.

"When will the typhoon end?" The chubby girl yawned, forcing herself to sit up straight to read.

She felt sleepy reading in this kind of weather, so she forced her eyes open.

"Two days," Lin Ziyan said casually.

This is the time estimated by the teacher's wife; it may take longer, perhaps three days.

Jiaojiao rested her chin on her hand, feigning seriousness, "Will all my sand be blown away?"

"Pfft!" The others burst out laughing at the same time.

"Jiaojiao, if the wind blows away my promise to go to the beach with you and dig up lots of things," the chubby girl said, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Laughter drifted outside, only to be drowned out by the sound of rain.

Compared to the Lin family's cheerful atmosphere, the He family's home was much quieter.

Lu Yun Shen glanced down at the red string on his ankle, his eyes rippling with emotion.

This was a gift from Lin Ziyan; she said it was a red string for couples.

A bandage was also tied around her ankle.

“Brother Shen, something’s not right with you… why are you smiling like that?” Yang Yanzhou pulled up a rattan chair and sat down beside him.

The two elderly people were playing Gomoku. They turned to look at Lu Yun Shen but didn't notice anything amiss.

Lu Qiuying was making tea when she looked up at her younger brother, her eyes full of inquiry.

She also felt something was wrong; her brother seemed to have been looking at her ankle just now.

Now that the trousers are covering it, I can't see anything.

"Mind your own business," Lu Yunshen said casually.

The rain curtain outside the courtyard was blown, drifting to one place, and then changing direction after a while.

“Grandma arranged a blind date for you in Beijing. She just called me last night.” Lu Qiuying observed his reaction, her expression unchanged.

Lu Yunshen frowned slightly. "Next time Grandma calls you, tell her not to bother."

Yang Yanzhou gave him a teasing look.

But Lu Yun Shen ignored him and calmly picked up his teacup to drink tea.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air.

He lowered his eyes, recalling the sweet feeling from that day, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.

Lu Yun Shen was enveloped in a sweet sensation, which even made the bitterness of the tea taste sweet.

“Lu Yunshen, something’s up…” Lu Qiuying asked tentatively.

Her younger brother is very secretive; no one in the family knows how much savings he actually has.

He paid for all the cargo ships and started the company himself.

Now they're doing it quite well, silencing the elders in the family.

Even his second uncle, Lu Tianqi, spoke highly of him.

"Hmm," Lu Yun Shen responded, but said nothing more.

Yang Yanzhou, "..."

The two elderly people exchanged a glance but didn't dare ask; as long as it was a woman, it would be fine.

Lu Qiuying's lips twitched. Even after all this, they're still keeping it a secret?

She narrowed her eyes, trying to guess who it was.

Lu Qiuying first thought of Lin Ziyan, but then quickly dismissed the idea.

Their interactions were the same as usual, nothing special.

"The Xiao family is making quite a fuss. Has Xiao Jin contacted you recently?" Lu Yunshen asked Lu Qiuying.

Xiao Qi is a very cunning person and will not let Xiao Jin stay out of it.

Even if you sign an agreement to renounce your inheritance, you'll still cause trouble.

"No." A dark light flashed in Lu Qiuying's eyes.

She knew that Chen Niaoshu had messed with the seafood market, and Xiao Jin probably knew as well.

Xiao Qi and Chen Niaoshu are getting involved together; trouble is bound to happen sooner or later.

"Tsk, tsk, Old Master Xiao was so angry that he was hospitalized, and he even made a will to leave most of his property to Xiao Jin."

After Yang Yanzhou finished speaking, he shook his head.

He couldn't understand the older generation's thinking. Since things had already turned sour, why stir up more hatred?

The Chen family will not help Xiao Jin, that's for sure.

Xiao Qi is currently in power. If the Chen family intervenes, they may suffer a double loss.

"Old Xiao is getting old after all; he still wants harmony among his children and grandchildren," Old He sneered.

They should just listen to what the Xiao family is doing; they really shouldn't interfere.

It's a pity about Xiao Jin; she got caught up in trouble as soon as she returned to China.

Lu Yunshen remained noncommittal; he had merely changed the subject earlier.

Will Xiao Jin let her family manipulate her?

He scoffed inwardly, thinking that none of those who could break through in the international financial world were good people.

Over the next three days, the typhoon swept through the entire city of Fukushi, affecting many villagers.

Every village is repairing roofs, and the bricklayers are simply too busy to keep up.

And diagonally opposite the seafood market,

The newly built market roof was completely lifted, revealing the interior structure.

The villagers were talking about it.

"Why does the structural layout look so familiar?"

"What do you mean it looks familiar? It's a complete copy of our market's layout!"

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