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Weekends always fly by.

Jiang Ye and Han Qingru left their old house in the countryside and returned to their penthouse apartment in downtown Hanzhou, which was worth hundreds of millions of yuan.

This time, Jiang Ye specially sent someone to bring his daughter, Shen Xinyu, over as well.

At this moment, Shen Xinyu had completely lost the spoiled, domineering, and violent nature she had picked up in the Shen family.

Under Han Qingru's patient, gentle, yet principled guidance, the little girl underwent a complete transformation. She became well-behaved, sensible, and polite; even her voice became soft and sweet, making her look like a little angel.

The afternoon sun streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the spacious sunroom in its warmth.

In the center of the sunroom stands a pure white, top-of-the-line grand piano.

Han Qingru, dressed in a soft, comfortable beige loungewear, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, sat on the piano bench. Shen Xinyu, wearing a pretty floral dress, sat obediently beside her.

"Xinyu, pay attention to your hand shape. Your fingers should tap the keys gently, as if you're holding an egg. Yes, that's it, follow Mom's rhythm..."

Han Qingru's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. She patiently held Shen Xinyu's small hand, her fingers dancing across the black and white piano keys.

A simple and cheerful nursery rhyme echoed melodiously in the sunroom.

Two figures, one large and one small, are bathed in golden sunlight, creating a scene of perfect harmony and warmth, like a stunning oil painting by a master.

At this moment, Jiang Ye was wearing a gray apron and busy in the open kitchen.

He skillfully chopped the ribs on the cutting board with deft knife work. Beside him, hot oil sizzled in a wok, and he tossed the ribs with one hand, his movements fluid and effortless, until they were a glossy red and fragrant.

Jiang Ye would occasionally stop what he was doing, turn his head, and quietly watch the harmonious scene in the sunroom through the glass partition of the kitchen.

Hearing his daughter's innocent laughter and Han Qingru's gentle guidance, Jiang Ye couldn't help but smile wildly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

There's no backstabbing or infighting in wealthy families, no cutthroat competition or bloodshed in the business world.

This warm and everyday life, truly belonging to "a family of three," filled Jiang Ye with unprecedented satisfaction and happiness. This was the true meaning of his all-out effort in building that vast business empire—to protect this hard-won peace.

Soon, a sumptuous meal of three dishes and a soup was served on the table.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, blanched bok choy, and a pot of delicious pork rib and corn soup.

The family of three sat around the dining table, chatting and laughing as they ate lunch. Shen Xinyu kept putting food on Jiang Ye and Han Qingru's plates, her sweet words making them laugh continuously.

After lunch.

Shen Xinyu suddenly jumped off the chair, ran to the living room with her short legs, and mysteriously pulled out a piece of drawing paper from her little schoolbag.

She put her hands behind her back, walked up to Jiang Ye, tilted her small face up, and her big eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Dad, this is a drawing I did at kindergarten yesterday. My teacher even praised it! Here, it's for you!"

As Shen Xinyu spoke, she handed the drawing paper to Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye put down his water glass and curiously took the drawing paper.

On the drawing paper was a picture drawn with childlike colored crayons. Three people stood on the green grass. In the middle was a tall and handsome man, to his left was a woman with long hair wearing a pretty dress, and to his right was a little girl with two braids.

The three people were holding hands, each with a big smile painted on their face. A bright red sun and a few white clouds hung in the sky.

At the very bottom of the drawing paper, a line of pinyin and Chinese characters was written in a crooked and messy manner:

"My father and mother"

(My dad and Qingru's mom)

Looking at this painting, which is full of childlike innocence yet strikes straight to the soul, Jiang Ye's heart was suddenly struck.

A strong warm current instantly surged through his body, his eyes felt slightly hot, and his vision even blurred for a moment.

"Xinyu's drawing is wonderful, Daddy likes it very much. Daddy is going to frame this painting and hang it in the study." Jiang Ye took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and reached out to rub Shen Xinyu's little head.

Shen Xinyu cheered happily and ran to the living room to watch cartoons.

Jiang Ye held the painting, slowly raised his head, and looked at Han Qingru, who was clearing the dishes at the dining table.

Han Qingru was busy arranging the plates and didn't notice Jiang Ye's gaze.

Jiang Ye strode over and grabbed Han Qingru's wrist without saying a word.

"Xiao Ye, what's wrong? The bowls haven't been cleared yet..." Han Qingru looked up with some confusion.

Jiang Ye didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her into the spacious study next door and then locked the solid wood door of the study with a "click".

Before Han Qingru could react to what was happening, Jiang Ye shoved her against the huge mahogany bookshelf with great force.

With her back pressed against the hard bookshelf, Han Qingru was about to ask a question when Jiang Ye's face, filled with intense heat, pressed down on her.

He lowered his head and kissed Han Qingru's soft red lips without hesitation.

The kiss was incredibly intense, yet filled with boundless tenderness. It carried no hint of lust, but was brimming with gratitude, love, and a deep affection that words could not express.

Jiang Ye kissed her forcefully, as if he wanted to convey all his emotions to her through the kiss.

Han Qingru was stunned for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes, stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Jiang Ye's neck, responding to him passionately.

The study was extremely quiet, with only the sound of their slightly rapid breathing mingling together.

After a long while, the kiss ended.

Jiang Ye slightly loosened his grip on Han Qingru, and their foreheads touched, their breathing becoming somewhat disordered.

Jiang Ye held up the slightly crumpled drawing paper in his hand and handed it to Han Qingru.

His voice was hoarse with excitement, and his eyes were red as he looked at Han Qingru, saying each word slowly and deliberately:

"Thank you, big sister."

"Thank you for giving Xinyu a complete childhood, allowing her to become a happy child again. And thank you... for giving me a real home."

Han Qingru's gaze fell on the drawing paper, looking at the crooked line "My father and Qingru's mother".

Her tears welled up instantly and slid down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.

For a woman, what could touch the softest spot in her heart more than the word "Mom"?

Han Qingru dropped what she was holding, hugged Jiang Ye tightly, buried her face in his chest, and sobbed uncontrollably.

The two embraced for a long time in the quiet study, as if trying to merge each other into their very bones.

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