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Inside Jing Shui Xuan, the lights were on.

Wu Jingxing and Lin Wei sat side by side on the veranda in the courtyard.

In front of them was a set of exquisite purple clay teaware.

Wu Jingxing was gracefully pouring Lin Wei a cup of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea.

The aroma of tea wafts gently.

"Try it." He handed the teacup to Lin Wei with a gentle smile. "This is a top-grade Da Hong Pao tea from the mother tree that my father has treasured for twenty years. He usually doesn't even drink it himself."

Lin Wei took the teacup and took a small sip.

A rich, sweet aroma, with a unique rocky flavor, instantly filled her mouth.

"It's delicious," she exclaimed sincerely.

Seeing her satisfied expression, Wu Jingxing's smile widened.

The two of them sat there quietly.

Enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

After a long while, Lin Wei finally spoke slowly.

"Jingxing." Her voice was very soft.

"Um?"

"Your great-grandfather... he... he's really... too incredible."

When Lin Wei spoke of Wu You, her eyes shone with an incredibly complex light.

There was awe and reverence, but more than anything, there was a deep-seated worship.

Tonight, she watched the entire New Year's Eve bonfire party with Wu Jingxing.

She witnessed firsthand how that eight-year-old child used his wisdom and compassion to warm those lonely souls.

She witnessed firsthand how he used his almost miraculous wealth to contribute to the most basic scientific research of a country.

She also witnessed firsthand how he transformed a potentially mundane New Year's Eve gala into a spiritual feast filled with the warmth of everyday life and a sense of national pride, using a back-to-basics approach.

She felt that the shock she experienced tonight was greater than all of her past twenty-plus years combined.

She finally understood why Wu Jingxing had said that the child was someone you could never fathom using common sense.

"Yes." Wu Jingxing listened to her words, and a proud smile appeared on his face. "He is the pride of everyone in our Wu Family Village."

"So..." Lin Wei looked at Wu Jingxing, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with endless expectation and trepidation, "Someone as understanding as him should...should agree to our relationship, right?"

She was still somewhat insecure.

Wu Jingxing couldn't help but laugh when he saw her adorable, anxious expression.

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

"Silly girl," he whispered in her ear, "I told you this already."

"Our young master is the wisest and kindest person I have ever met in my life."

"Why would they make things difficult for us, two family members who truly love each other?"

Wu Jingxing's words were like a reassuring pill, instantly putting Lin Wei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, back down.

Yes.

A person whose heart is filled with the entire Wujia Village and the millions of ordinary people.

His magnanimity was beyond the comprehension of a mere mortal like her.

I was really overthinking it.

Thinking of this, the last trace of unease in Lin Wei's heart finally vanished.

Instead, there is an unprecedented and enormous expectation.

She began to look forward with great anticipation to truly integrate into this large family, which was full of warmth and strength.

"Jingxing," she whispered, leaning against Wu Jingxing's chest.

"Um?"

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for letting me get to know such a wonderful family."

……

The first rays of sunlight of the new year had not yet illuminated the eastern horizon.

The entire land of China was still immersed in the peaceful slumber following the New Year's Eve revelry.

However, on the main highways leading to Jiangcheng and Wujia Village.

A silent, grand journey home has already begun.

One after another, top-of-the-line luxury cars, rarely seen on ordinary days, converged from all over the country and even the world, as if by prior arrangement, heading in the same direction.

In the bustling city of Shanghai, a wide and flat ring road winds its way through like a giant dragon.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed by, followed by a series of car taillights lighting up—it turned out that a mysterious convoy was quietly setting off!

The convoy consisted of five cars, all black Audi A8s with special license plates. They disappeared into the darkness of the night like ghosts.

These vehicles were not carrying ordinary people, but rather key figures from Wujia Village who controlled enormous political and commercial resources in Shanghai.

They are carrying a heavy responsibility, and this trip is clearly for an important mission, yet they have chosen to act so discreetly, which makes people very curious...

Meanwhile, on the other side of Shanghai, the Bund presented a completely different scene: accompanied by the deafening roar of an engine, a cool-looking, globally limited edition Bugatti Veyron sped by, instantly breaking the silence before dawn.

It was like a dazzling shooting star streaking across the sky, radiant and eye-catching;

Following closely behind were more than a dozen equally valuable Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and McLarens, among other supercars.

Without exception, all the drivers in this group were wealthy young men from Wujia Village; they were young, promising, and full of vigor.

However, the reason they have gathered together and made such a show today is not simply to show off their wealth or seek thrills—because what awaits them is their one and only idol!

An ordinary-looking Toyota Alphard minivan was driving smoothly on the wide coastal road.

Sitting in the car was an elderly man dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, who looked like an ordinary retired cadre.

But those who know him know this.

He is Wu Jiacun, the behind-the-scenes helmsman of the entire southern technology and finance sector.

……

Besides them.

There was also an off-road convoy speeding in from the Gobi Desert in the northwest.

Modified pickup trucks emerge from the dense forests of the southwest.

Bulletproof Hummers roar across the snowy plains of Northeast China.

……

Countless powerful figures who can make a region tremble with a mere stomp of their foot.

At this moment, they let go of all their identities and status.

They have only one identity.

Those are the descendants of Wujia Village.

They have only one goal, a common purpose.

That is, going home.

pay a New Year call.

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