Zhao Fanghua was stunned. "I'm a young woman with no family to support me. Aren't you afraid I'll be bullied if I go out into the world?"

"You've been an adult for seven years, why do you still act like a child, a precious treasure?" The old man glanced at her, stood up, and said, "Why are you drinking tea so late at night? Do you think I sleep too much?"

With that, he stormed off for a stroll.

After Zhao Fanghua and the others walked away, she grabbed a teacup and threw it hard on the ground.

Madam Zhao appeared out of nowhere. "Oh dear, our old maid has no other skills, but she has quite a temper. Tsk tsk, you still want to rely on the old man, but he thinks you're too old and just freeloads at home."

"Aren't you supposed to be quite principled? Hurry up and pack your things and leave. Maybe, considering how honest you are, the old man will give you some settling-in allowance."

The other women in the house also chimed in, chattering away.

The old man didn't get along with his children, but they were persistent and thought they could get something out of him, even if it was just a small favor.

So when he returned to Beijing to retire, his sons brought their wives and children to accompany him, saying they wanted to keep him company and prevent him from being lonely in his old age. His daughters also brought their children along.

By waving this banner, they don't have to worry too much about being forced back to their hometowns, but without a job to accept them, they can't register their household registration, and their children can't go to school normally.

The whole family is busy running around trying to find jobs and get residency permits.

The money in my hand was what I had saved up before. The old man said that I could come along, but I would have to pay for my own living expenses!

Zhao Fanghua, relying on her status as a junior, did not contribute a single penny, and even had her food, clothing, and daily necessities paid for by the public funds.

Annoyed by the nagging, Zhao Fanghua wiped away her tears, went back to her room, packed her things, and left.

The days are getting longer each day. It's already seven o'clock, but the afterglow of the setting sun still paints half the sky, intertwining with the dim yellow of the streetlights to create a unique sense of peace and tranquility in Kyoto.

The old man traded a bottle of Moutai for a small radio, and strolled around humming a song. As soon as he left the compound, he saw a row of children dressed in pink clothes across the road, with a majestic, snow-white wolfhound beside them. He was extremely fascinated by them.

He stepped forward with a smile, rummaged through his clothes for a long time, but couldn't find a single piece of candy.

"Girl, taking the child for a walk?" he greeted her as he stepped forward.

With so many children, Ke Meiyu couldn't keep an eye on them all by herself, and she wasn't at ease even with Xuebao around.

Ying Yan made five springs covered with rubber sleeves to hold the five children in place, like walking a dog. The adults walked slowly, letting the children run and jump freely, but they couldn't stray too far from the adults.

Whenever they take their children out, it always causes a stir. It's hard to guarantee that no one will be envious and secretly take the children away in the chaos.

Ke Meiyu smiled and nodded. Without her saying anything more, a string of children politely bowed and greeted, "Hello, Grandpa Zhao!"

"Oh, good, good," the old man said, his white beard trembling with joy. "Grandpa didn't bring any candy this time, but I'll bring you chocolate next time."

The children nodded happily, their little eyes darting towards their mother, as if afraid of being deprived of this joy.

Ke Meiyu pretended not to hear. "Zhao..." If she called him Grandpa Zhao in front of the children, she would be of the same generation as them. But if she didn't call him that, his age was obvious. He was about the same age as the old man and woman in the family.

"Grandpa Zhao, my grandfather said that you personally went on the expedition before and have many hidden injuries on your body. You have been trying to treat them for a long time but they haven't been very effective. I made some medicinal wine for you with ginseng. I'll have Ying Yan send it to you later."

"Oh, good, good," Old Master Zhao said with a smile, stroking his beard. "I heard from the old folks at the school that your medicinal wine is the best. It's guaranteed to alleviate any old ailment after drinking it for a month or two."

"If you enjoy the drink, I'll have to trouble you a few more times to ask for a few more jars for my old friends."

Ke Meiyu replied, "No problem at all. Just invite them over. I'll take a look and write a prescription. They can bring the medicine themselves. Anyway, I have plenty of free time."

Grandpa Zhao nodded and said, "Good girl, if even one of my family members had a kind heart and didn't scheme against me, I would be laughing in my dreams."

Ke Meiyu never interferes in other people's family affairs. People often speak ill of your family members in front of you. Maybe they are just complaining, but if you join in the condemnation, they might think you are crazy.

Despite his advanced age, the old man received a modern education from a young age and has always been at the forefront of trends. Even as his teeth started to loosen, he still possessed a romantic spirit.

He enjoys dancing and is one of the few male students in the square dance group organized by the Ke family's matriarch.

Grandma Ke's dances were all taught by Professor Ke Meiyu.

When the old man and the young man were walking their child and dog, they talked a lot about square dancing and would occasionally demonstrate a few moves.

The babies were also imitating them, and the lively scene made Grandpa Zhao feel a little dazed.

“My son, I, Zhao, have never regretted anything in my life. I was born to stand tall and upright, and I have done great things with a clear conscience. But even heroes grow old, and all my ambitions eventually become powerless. I have to accept reality.”

“After returning to my family, I realized that I actually have too little. My wife is gone, my children are estranged, and my grandchildren listen to my daughter-in-law. They all seem to want to bleed me dry.”

"What ability do I, an old man, have? I rely on the organization to support me every month. How can I add to the organization's burden? For this reason, they all outwardly respect me, but secretly they can't wait for me to be buried so they can squander my connections and reputation without any scruples, adding to the organization's burden!"

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