The Chiang Clan Ancestral Hall is located in the most prosperous area of ​​the port city. The land is registered in the names of Chiang Cheng-chin and Chiang Chin-hung, and construction has now begun in full swing.

Jiang Peitian hoped that if they were unable to expand the power of the mountains and rivers in the future, this piece of land alone would be enough for them to try to turn their fortunes around several times.

Of course, his thinking leans more towards the idea that as long as there are enough descendants, there will always be one or two who will be successful.

Then his ancestral hall will stand eternally, regardless of the passing of youth.

Inside the villa, Wen Jiaojiao lay in bed during her postpartum confinement. The stitches on her abdomen had been removed, and apart from feeling her internal organs dropping when she moved around, she had no other discomfort.

The three babies lay in the cradle, looking at each other with a curious yet unfamiliar expression.

Wen Zhaoye skillfully picked up Wen Bao'er, grabbed the bottle filled with warm water from the bedside table, and fed it to her.

Wen Bao'er flailed her little hands wildly, sucking on her pacifier, when with a "whoosh," she spat out a mouthful of milk, wetting her clothes.

Wen Zhaoye placed Bao'er on the bed, pulled out a red cotton bellyband from the wardrobe and dressed the child in it. Wen Bao'er wriggled on the bed like a little Nezha.

Outside the window, new branches sprout; in the sky, stars shift and change.

The Chiang family ancestral hall, located amidst towering buildings, has gradually transformed from a few small bricks into a magnificent and imposing structure.

Over the past two and a half years, Wen Jiaojiao has focused on investing, acquiring shares in any industry she believes will be booming in the future.

At first, Jiang Peitian thought she was just playing around, but as she gradually saw her investments become wildly popular, he began to admire her investment talent from the bottom of his heart.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Jiang Chengjin wandering around the living room naked while Xu Cuifen was helping him get dressed: "Chengjin, how about Grandpa takes you to the company today?"

“Okay, Grandpa!” Jiang Chengjin rushed towards him.

Of his three children, Jiang Peitian favored his eldest grandson the most. He happily picked up the naked Jiang Chengjin and placed a bag of toys in his arms.

"My grandson is so handsome, he looks good even without clothes on."

Wen Zhaoye had just returned home from the company, and he said with a smile:

"It's because you always spoil him that he's becoming more and more unruly. He can't even put his clothes on at home."

"You're still so young, so you can just not wear them, right?" Jiang Peitian looked at Jiang Chengjin with gentle eyes, and when he grinned and nodded, he couldn't help but smile even more happily.

Just then, Wen Jiaojiao appeared at the corner of the stairs, holding a camera, and said with a smile:

"Cheng Jin, let Mom take a picture of you. We'll enlarge it and play it back and forth on the screen when you get married."

Jiang Peitian instinctively pulled Jiang Chengjin into his arms, then turned his back to the camera.

“That won’t do. My grandson is destined for great things. How can we leave behind such a scandal?”

"Just kidding, what kind of mother would do something so despicable?" Wen Jiaojiao said, then walked down the stairs, placed the camera on the coffee table, grabbed an adult T-shirt, and pulled it over Jiang Chengjin's head.

"If you don't like wearing clothes and pants, then you can wear this as a dress from now on."

Jiang Chengjin had fair skin, dark, tousled hair that fell across her forehead, and large, deep-set eyes. Her features were a perfect replica of Wen Zhaoye's.

He looked at the toys in the bag, shook his head, and said in a baby voice, "No, Mommy, these are your clothes."

Jiang Peitian sat on the sofa, pulled him onto his lap, and said:

"How about Grandpa lets you wear your own clothes?"

Jiang Chengjin took a toy train out of the bag and said:

"It has to be nice and new."

Jiang Peitian was happily helping him put on a short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts when suddenly, a voice came from the living room:

"You're so young and you already have such a vain hobby as your grandfather. If you grow up to be just like your grandfather, our family will be doomed."

A few soft laughs came from around him. Jiang Peitian paused, realizing the speaker was Wen Zhaoye. He said irritably:

"Luckily, I didn't raise you, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived this long."

Wen Zhaoye said without any politeness:

"If you raised me, I'd be scared."

"Is that all you've got?" Jiang Pei said to Wen Zhaoye in a bad mood, then turned to Jiang Chengjin and said, "Grandpa is taking you to see the world today."

"You're not going to take him to a nightclub, are you?"

Wen Jiaojiao and Jiang Peitian first met at a nightclub. Although Jiang Peitian has stopped making headlines for having children in the past two years, he still frequents nightclubs, claiming that he only goes there to discuss business.

Jiang Peitian had no choice but to say helplessly:

"Can I take Cheng Jin to the company, to that kind of smoky and chaotic place?"

Wen Jiaojiao said with amusement:

"You know it's a smoky and chaotic place, so why do you still like to take your customers there? I just don't understand what business can't do without nightclubs."

Jiang Peitian said in a serious tone:

"A legitimate business."

Wen Zhaoye took Wen Bao'er from the nanny and sat on the sofa, saying:

"Come on, you're such a frivolous person, what serious things could you possibly do?"

Jiang Peitian turned his head and glanced at him, suppressing his anger, and said:

"Your child is so grown up, can't you give me some face?"

Wen Zhaoye said without any mercy:

"You're a worthless person, yet you still care about saving face."

Jiang Peitianhuo Avenue:

"Get out of here."

"Don't talk about my dad, you bad old man."

Wen Bao'er, with her hair in two little pigtails, frowning slightly, clenched her hands tightly at her sides and shouted something in a cute but fierce way.

Wen Zhaoye stared at Wen Bao'er for a moment, then hugged her tightly with extreme pleasure, his handsome face rubbing against her chubby cheeks, unable to suppress a laugh as he said:

"I've really spoiled my baby for nothing, he knows how to protect his dad now, doesn't he?"

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