At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Qi Meijing got her divorce certificate and left without looking back. Her silhouette was like the dawn after the smog had cleared, full of vitality and boundless prospects.
Jiang Peitian's face was etched with the marks of time. He watched her retreating figure, his large hand stroking the documents in his hand, before turning and walking away.
Many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Peitian has yet to receive a single call from Qi Meijing. He has also kept his promise and has not disturbed her.
The port city is small, but those whose fates have diverged will never meet again in their lifetime.
Xu Cuifen and Wen Xiaojian both have white hair and are in poor health. Xu Cuifen also suffers from frequent forgetfulness, but whenever she is lucid, she always says she wants to go home.
Seeing that Xu Cuifen's mental confusion was getting worse, Wen Zhaoye finally couldn't help but compromise and agreed to book a plane ticket for next Monday.
He found Jiang Peitian, who was pruning branches in the vineyard:
"Dad, we're getting ready to go home. Why don't you come back with us?"
Jiang Peitian, his head full of white hair, sat in his wheelchair and murmured:
"It looks like I won't be able to eat the grapes I've been tending for so long."
Wen Zhaoye's clothing company shifted its focus to mainland China several years ago and handed over management to Jiang Zhanhong.
The logistics company on the mainland was handed over to Jiang Chengjin, while Wen Bao'er managed Jia Ci Entertainment Company, which was given to her by Jiang Peitian.
All three of them were engaged to Jiang Peitian, and the women they had been eyeing since childhood were all children of various tycoons in Hong Kong, making them childhood sweethearts.
After returning to his room, Jiang Peitian took out his phone and looked at the contact name for Meijing. He hesitated for a long time before finally dialing the number.
As soon as the call connected, a soft cough came through, followed by a voice saying, "Hello, who is it?"
Jiang Peitian felt as if he hadn't heard her voice for over twenty years; his voice trembled slightly as he said:
"Meijing, it's me, Jiang Peitian. I'm about to go to the mainland, and I might not be able to come back until I die, so I wanted to see you one last time."
And these grapevines here, I've been taking care of them for many years. They'll be ready to eat in a little over a month. It's too good to waste them now, so come and pick some then."
Who is Jiang Peitian?
Qi Meijing sat on the sofa with her makeup impeccable, a look of confusion in her eyes, tilting her head as she spoke.
Jiang Peitian's eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately guessed what had happened.
His eyes welled up with tears. After hanging up the phone, he called the landline at the Jiang residence, only to be told that he had been taken to Jiang Ci's place.
He told the driver to go to the Lin residence, where he found Qi Meijing happily watching TV on the sofa.
Jiang Ci was no longer young. After pouring Qi Meijing a glass of water, she saw Jiang Peitian and greeted him:
"Dad, what brings you here?"
Standing in front of Qi Meijing, Jiang Peitian saw that she didn't recognize him and a guess formed in his mind:
"What's wrong with your mom?"
Jiang Ci also poured him a glass of water:
"Alzheimer's disease, at this age, it's bound to cause some problems. It was just discovered not long ago, and we were taken in."
When he was in good health, he absolutely refused to come, saying he was used to a peaceful life.
Jiang Peitian said with a guilty conscience:
"Xiao Ci, let your mother come back to the Jiang residence with me. Let me take care of her."
“She probably doesn’t want to see you.” Jiang Ci said, taking a letter from the study on the second floor and handing it to him, “Take a look.”
Jiang Peitian took it; it read: "My health is deteriorating day by day, and my mind keeps forgetting very important things."
But I wrote this letter while I was lucid, Xiao Ci. If I truly forget everything, remember to bury me next to your grandparents' gravestones after I die.
Having lived my whole life, I feel most relaxed and at ease being a daughter. I hope to be their daughter again in my next life, and I promise I won't let them down again.
A glistening moisture appeared in Jiang Peitian's eyes. He folded the letter and said in a low voice:
"Do as she says after you die, but you're still alive, and you're still managing the company."
I don't have time to be with her all the time, and a nanny can't take care of her perfectly, so let me take care of her.
"good."
Jiang Ci didn't refuse, because the nanny was ultimately an outsider, and she really didn't know if she would make things difficult for or bully Qi Meijing while she was away on a business trip for ten days or half a month.
But Jiang Peitian had felt guilty for half his life, and they had been husband and wife for more than 20 years, so he would naturally take good care of her.
Jiang Peitian pushed her back to the Jiang residence. The former servants had all grown old, and all the faces were new.
He called Wen Zhaoye: "Son, I'm not going back. Jiang Ci's mother needs someone to take care of her, so I'm going to stay here and take care of her."
Wen Jiaojiao spoke up from the side:
“Let’s take them back to the mainland. Anyway, we’ll take care of three elderly people, and we’ll take care of four elderly people in the same way.”
Jiang Peitian hesitated and said:
"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"
Time never defeats a beauty; although Wen Jiaojiao is already over forty, she still looks stunning after all these years.
She's always traveling and having fun with Wen Zhaoye, or shopping, getting beauty treatments, and doing yoga. She looks much younger than Jiang Ci, who's always busy with work.
She sat gracefully on the sofa, wearing a purple cheongsam and with long, wavy hair, and said:
"Didn't you already say that you would build a big house so that everyone could live together? In a couple of years, Chiang Ching-kuo and Hua Sheng will retire, and they've also been saying they want to go to the mainland for a few years?"
“Okay, if my daughter-in-law doesn’t mind, what else can I say? I also happen to miss Honghong and Chengjin.”
The person on the other end of the phone hung up after saying that.
Wen Zhaoye's appearance hasn't changed much; he's still handsome and roguish, and with age, he's gained a more mature and composed demeanor.
He raised an eyebrow, pulled Wen Jiaojiao closer, and placed her on his lap:
"Honey, it's time to go home."
"At such an advanced age, don't you get tired of it?"
Although Wen Jiaojiao said that, she didn't push him away.
Wen Zhaoye's nose lightly touched hers, his thin lips gently brushing against hers, his dark eyes brimming with amusement as he said:
"I'm not even fifty yet, I'm in my forties, which is still in my prime, so it's only natural for me to be a little greasy."
Wen Jiaojiao smiled slightly, lifted a section of her cheongsam, changed her sitting posture, knelt on the sofa on either side of his legs, leaned forward, and returned his kiss.
Her waist was slender, perfectly outlined by the cheongsam, and Wen Zhaoye's strong, long arms stretched across her waist.
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