Beijing Airport, 1998.
The silver passenger plane roared into the sky, piercing through the thick clouds, and headed towards the warm south.
Inside the first-class cabin, Ning Yuan leaned against the porthole, watching the sea of clouds rushing past outside.
Ning Yuan's trip back to Ningnan was on behalf of the Ning family to check on the progress of the renovation of the Ning family's old house.
This house almost became a protected cultural relic, but Ning Bingyu spent a lot of money and effort to buy it back.
She wore a simple and sophisticated Chanel suit, which made her look even more elegant and beautiful. Time has been especially kind to her; she still looks like she's in her early twenties.
Her long, black, curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her delicate and bright eyes still shone through, but now they held a deeper and gentler quality, as if she had experienced the world.
Sitting next to her was a tall, slender young woman, her daughter Rongjia. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.
The girl has grown into a graceful young woman, nearly 1.7 meters tall, slender and tall.
The girl inherited her mother's bright and expressive eyes, with a pair of large, lively eyes, while her face shape resembled her father's, with its three-dimensional and delicate bone structure.
Her long, jet-black hair fell straight down to her waist; she stood tall and graceful, with a cool and aloof air, yet also a touch of an artist's untamed spirit.
Rong Jia handed Ning Yuan the offer letter from the Rhode Island School of Design: "Mom, I've made up my mind. I'm going to study at Rhode Island."
Ning Yuan withdrew her gaze, looked at her daughter, and asked gently, "Have you really thought it all through?"
Rhode Island School of Design is a top-tier art school in the world.
Rong Jiajia nodded, her oval face radiating youthful energy and anticipation for the future.
"Yes, I've made up my mind, Mom. Design is my first choice."
"By the way, the editorial department said my novel was well-received and they're planning to publish it as a standalone book!"
Ning Yuan's eyes shone with undisguised pride: "Really? Our Jiajia is amazing."
She paused, then smiled again: "The design is excellent, and you have a great talent for writing. Mom supports you. However, Jiajia, in the next twenty or thirty years, technology will develop very rapidly, especially artificial intelligence."
"Since you're going to study in the US anyway, when you have some free time, come with me to visit the company I'm planning to invest in and partner with. Their founder invented the computer graphics card, and it has a very promising future in the application of artificial intelligence."
Having been reborn and brought to this point, she has seized the fortune of Taiwan X Power. What is there that she can't or wouldn't dare to touch?
Rong Jia's eyes lit up as she recalled a movie she had seen: "Artificial intelligence? Like the kind in 'Terminator'?"
Ning Yuan thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, but it won't develop to that point so quickly."
Back in 1998, when people mentioned artificial intelligence, they could only think of movies.
Rong Jia paused, then asked thoughtfully, "Mom, if artificial intelligence becomes like in Terminator... will jobs like writing and art design be replaced by artificial intelligence in the future?"
Ning Yuan said calmly, “The basic and fundamental parts will be replaced. Many repetitive and uncreative drawing and writing tasks can be done faster and better by artificial intelligence than by humans. However, top-notch aesthetics, unique creativity, and profound emotional expression are things that artificial intelligence cannot truly replace in the short term, or even forever.”
Rong Jia's smile faded, and she nodded thoughtfully, "Mom, I understand. Artificial intelligence should only be a tool for us. I will accompany you to visit that company in the United States."
As evening approached, the loud roar of the plane gradually subsided, and it landed steadily on the runway of Ningnan Airport.
The humid southern air, carrying the familiar fragrance of grass and trees, wafted towards me, bringing a long-lost sense of warmth.
Ning Yuan took Rong Jia's hand and walked out of the passage with the flow of people.
I spotted that towering figure at the arrivals gate immediately.
Time seems to have been particularly kind to Rong Zhaonan; fifteen years have only softened his youthful sharpness, giving him a more profound and reserved charm.
He wore a simple executive jacket, white shirt, and dark trousers, his posture upright and slender, still as handsome as ever with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His handsome face remained unchanged, but now exuded the charm of a mature man.
Time has not diminished his handsomeness; on the contrary, it has polished him like the finest jade, making him appear even more profound and captivating.
Upon seeing the mother and daughter, who looked like sisters, emerge, his previously serious expression softened instantly, and a gentle smile appeared in his deep phoenix eyes as he quickly stepped forward to greet them!
“Dad!” Rong Jia’s eyes lit up, and she let go of Ning Yuan’s hand.
Like a light and nimble deer, she ran quickly over and threw herself into Rong Zhaonan's arms.
At that time, Rong Zhaonan was attending a meeting with Wei Heng in Ningnan. When his wife and daughter arrived in Ningnan, he left his secretary and entourage behind and came to pick them up personally.
"Are you tired?" He naturally took the suitcase from Ning Yuan's hand and ruffled his daughter Rong Jia's hair with his other hand.
Rongjia laughed and dodged away: "Dad! Don't mess up my hair!"
Just then, a flurry of footsteps accompanied by hearty laughter came from behind.
"Jiajia! My precious niece!"
Ah Heng, dressed in a handsome military green jumpsuit, with his short, neat hair, strode over with a spirited air.
She hasn't changed much either.
She still looks just like that spirited female soldier from back then, only with a touch more maturity in her eyes.
Two tall, long-legged boys followed behind her.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she had likely inherited the Zhou family's bloodline, and her features were so exquisite that they looked as if they had been painted.
One had a smiling face and seemed lively and outgoing, while the other was quieter and more aloof, yet equally handsome as his brother.
Upon seeing Rong Jia, the two boys' previously somewhat reserved faces instantly lit up, and they exclaimed in unison, "Sister Jia!"
The sparkle in their eyes reflected the joy and admiration of a young person.
Ah Heng pulled Rong Jia into his arms, planted a loud kiss on her cheek, and then, without saying a word, dragged her outside.
"Come on, let's go! Auntie will take you to eat something delicious! Let's go to Zhongshan Road Night Market!"
She turned back and waved to her twin sons: "What are you standing there for? Follow me!"
The two boys immediately followed, staying close to Rong Jia.
One chattered away about the interesting things that happened at school, while the other, though quiet, kept her eyes fixed on Rongjia.
Aheng simply shoved Rongjia and her two sons into her imported military Hummer.
Rong Zhaonan frowned slightly as he watched his daughter being surrounded by people. He then warned Aheng, who was starting the engine, in a deep voice, "Keep an eye on your two brats. Don't let them get too attached to Jiajia!"
Ah Heng tossed his head coolly, made a face at him, and slammed on the gas pedal, the Hummer speeding away.
Ning Yuan couldn't help but chuckle, then turned to Rong Zhaonan and said, "You're too nervous. Aheng's two sons are Jiajia's cousins, what could possibly happen between them?"
Rong Zhaonan gave a soft hum, put his arm around Ning Yuan's waist, and led her towards his car.
"What cousin? They're beyond the fifth degree of kinship and can get a marriage certificate! Jiajia and those two boys are already fourth-generation collateral relatives! If they dare to have any crooked thoughts, I'll break their legs just the same."
Ning Yuan sighed silently: "You really are..."
Over the years, she and Rong Zhaonan have been extremely busy.
He held a high position of power and influence, and as he rose higher and higher, his responsibilities became immense.
She single-handedly built her own business empire, flying both domestically and internationally.
But he insisted on having only Rongjia as his child and refused to have a second child no matter what.
He felt that with the three siblings causing such a commotion at home, they were not happy at all.
Love and energy are limited; it's enough to give your whole heart to one child.
My daughter is so well-mannered, she's better than any son I've ever had!
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