After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

Late at night, the Lu Family Ancestral Hall was dimly lit.

The moonlight cast faint shadows in the open courtyard, vaguely outlining the kneeling figures in front of the ancestral hall.

The figure stood straight, back stiff, shrouded in dim light, like a tenacious green bamboo in the night.

Jixiu walked step by step along the stone path and stood behind the man.

"Second Young Master."

He spoke softly, "The chairman is asking if you've made up your mind?"

Lu Xiyan knelt before the memorial tablet, his profile deep and cold, his calm and profound gaze fixed on the tablet without uttering a word.

Ji Xiu added, "The chairman means that if you've made up your mind, you can go back and rest. You haven't eaten all day, so the chairman has arranged for someone to prepare a meal for you."

"Uncle Ji".

Lu Xiyan didn't get up, but said in a low voice, "I've made up my mind."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiu stepped forward and heard the other person say, "Please tell Grandpa that I want to marry An Ning."

Ji Xiu was taken aback, then asked again, "Second Young Master, are you really going to—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xiyan interrupted him.

"Whether Grandpa agrees or not, I'm going to marry Anning."

He remained kneeling, showing no intention of getting up.

The fact that he knelt for a day doesn't mean he was wrong.

Instead, he knelt before his father to recount what happened back then.

He knelt for a full twelve hours, hoping that Lu Ling could forgive him, forgive him for not seeking peace whether it was four years ago or four years later.

Ji Xiu knew his personality, and he knew even more that no one could refute what he said or the decisions he made, not even the chairman could change his mind.

He sighed helplessly, turned around and left.

......

It was already midnight, and Anning sat in her study looking at her unresponsive phone.

Bored, she poked at the cartoon object on her desk and muttered, "Is west Yan so busy today? Why hasn't she replied to my messages yet, and no one answers my calls."

"Could he have changed his mind? Will he revert to the cold and aloof Lu Xiyan he was before once he returns to Jinghai?"

"No, he's not like that." She immediately shook her head.

I opened the drawer, intending to take out the file folder I brought from Yunnan, when I suddenly noticed the medicine bottle inside.

She didn't bring this medicine with her when she went on her business trip, and if you calculate the time, she hasn't taken it for about ten days.

I put the medicine bottle back in the drawer. Maybe I won't need to take medicine anymore in the future.

Everything is slowly getting better.

He took out the two heavy files and placed them on the table. One was a patent that was extremely rare, and the other was an inheritance.

She hadn't opened the will, but from what her aunt said, it represented her parents' life savings and property.

Anning didn't actually want the inheritance. She had never fulfilled her filial duties in the past twenty-odd years, so how could she have the face to inherit it?

She thought that if her parents had other children, she would not accept the inheritance.

But my aunt said that my parents only had one daughter, their only daughter.

Thinking of this, her eyes welled up with tears, and her trembling fingertips opened the file folder.

When Anning saw the contents of the file in the folder, her breath hitched and her heart tightened.

The thick stack of property transfer documents was already signed by "Jiang Pei" and "Kong Yiyun," and the contracts would take effect immediately upon the transferee's signature.

In addition, there are several passbooks, each categorized into funds ranging from a small living fund to an education fund and a small hobby fund.

Each of the savings accounts contained a considerable amount that the Jiang couple deposited each year.

From the year she was born until...

An Ning's eyes trembled; the last fund deposit stopped the year her parents passed away.

These few funds alone will leave her with a huge sum of money.

Hot tears fell as Anning finally understood why, apart from her room, the other rooms and decorations in the entire Jiang family villa seemed so simple and plain.

Because her parents gave her the best of everything.

They might even save every penny of their salary and wages each year to support their lost daughter.

They didn't know if she could go back.

But they still left her a way out.

Thinking of this, Anning's hand holding the passbook trembled uncontrollably, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She collected all the property deeds, preparing to put them in the safe.

Suddenly, a yellowed piece of paper was found tucked inside, with one corner peeking out.

Anning gently pulled the paper out of the documents and contracts, like two pages torn from a diary.

On the yellowed paper, the penmanship is vigorous and powerful.

Page 1:

April 6, 1997, light rain.

The lady brought home a baby girl, who was abandoned by her birth mother fourteen days after her birth, and her fate was uncertain.

Seeing how pitiful they were, he wanted to raise them as his own.

The baby girl is very beautiful and adorable. My husband and I have no children, so this is a gift from God.

Therefore, the name was chosen as "至" (zhì), meaning "to arrive," or "the best."

May my daughter grow up healthy and safe.

The second page:

November 9, 2018, cloudy.

After years of fruitless searching for our daughter, my wife and I have become increasingly ill, our health deteriorating day by day.

As the New Year approaches, I miss my dearest son dearly.

I wonder if I'll be able to wait for her to return next spring.

I was reluctant to tell my daughter about her origins, but I feared that if she found out later, she wouldn't know the way she came from.

After much thought, while I still had the strength to pick up a pen, I wrote down a few lines.

To my son:

If one day you still remember the way home, and your parents are still alive, then they will tell you the story in person.

If what you see are two pages of a diary left by your father, then that is the answer your parents left for you before they passed away.

Although you are not our biological child, you are more than our biological child.

By now you should be grown up, and it is your right to know your origins, and whether or not to search for your relatives is your choice.

Whatever choice you make, Zhi'er will always be our Zhi'er.

May you always have a clear and open mind, free from confusion and anxiety.

The road ahead may be long but bright; may my daughter be safe and healthy wherever she is right now.