She regretted divorcing the female CEO.

The old man never came again after that.

Over the years, there has been no sign of improvement in the relationship between Si Yang and the Rong family.

There was no indication that they had a close relationship with the Lei family.

This is perhaps how my life will be.

No one forced them, and no one said anything more.

As soon as I carried him inside, the little girl ran out again, glanced at the chubby boy, and said, "Don't cry, little brother."

This scene moved several women deeply.

The father is unreliable, but the older sister is quite reliable.

Si Yang stood there watching this scene, feeling somewhat both amused and exasperated.

Just then, a car sped by.

A woman got off the bus.

As time goes by, even if she still retains her charm, she inevitably shows signs of aging.

Rong Jinran appeared.

The Rong family basically entrusted the management of their business to several women.

Even so, Rong Jinran did not leave Zhonghai.

Rong Jinran ignored the greetings from the women.

He dotes on the little girl the most, and he adores her every time he sees her.

But this time, they were still wrong.

Approaching Si Yang, Rong Jinran grasped his hand and said, "Your grandfather is dying and wants to see you one last time!"

Si Yang raised his eyebrows.

He nodded immediately.

overseas!

Inside the manor.

The atmosphere was incredibly solemn.

Mu Nancen stood outside the door, dressed in all black.

Ye Mengwan held Si Yang's hand, and she could feel the strength in his hand.

Rong Xiudao, Rong Xiuzhu, and almost all the core members of the Rong family were guarding outside the door.

Si Yang went straight in.

Inner hall!

There was a photograph hanging there, of a woman who looked somewhat like Rong Jinran.

That was Si Yang's grandmother.

Besides Si Yang, his child with Mu Nancen, and Ye Mengwan, only one other person has ever entered this room.

The old man lay on the couch.

His face looked withered and haggard.

The oil has run out and the lamp is extinguished.

A seven or eight-year-old child sat on the edge of the bed, his innocent face displaying a maturity beyond his years.

"Here you are." The old man opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Si Yang.

Si Yang nodded.

"Get out!" Si Yang said, looking at his son.

The old man struggled to get up.

Ye Mengwan stepped forward and helped the old man lie down, and Si Yang met the old man's gaze.

"I can't do it anymore."

"Time! It is the most ruthless thing. No matter how brilliant you are or how powerful you are, you can't escape the passage of time." The old man sighed.

Tears welled in his cloudy eyes.

Looking at Ye Mengwan, a gentle light appeared in her eyes, "Take good care of him!"

"His life has not been easy."

"If he didn't have this identity, he might have lived a more easy life," the old man said softly, looking at Ye Mengwan.

Ye Mengwan covered her mouth and nodded with tears in her eyes.

Even though the old man admired Mu Nancen, he never treated her badly. From beginning to end, she was the only one who could enter this place.

This alone speaks volumes.

"I entrust my future to you."

"Nearly forty years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Take me back," the old man said, looking at Si Yang.

"Okay!" Si Yang nodded.

"The Rong family is now in your hands."

"He's still too young to handle this responsibility."

"I've always been worried about it, but now it's time to let go."

"I've already told your aunt, your father, and your third uncle everything I needed to say."

"He wants to take the surname Rong," the old man said, pointing to the child.

"Okay!" Si Yang closed his eyes and nodded gently.

"You!"

"What a bastard." The old man raised his hand as Si Yang raised it, but ultimately could not bring it down.

We once wanted to fight but dared not, and now we dare to fight but are powerless to do anything about it.

"I'm tired," the old man murmured.

The next moment, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

After a moment of panting, his eyes lost all their light.

The head of the Rong family, who has been in charge of the family for sixty years.

He passed away due to illness.

Three days later.

Zhonghai Airport.

Si Yang dragged the old man's portrait, while Mu Nancen held the ashes.

Zhonghai Airport was bustling with people.

As a result, Zhonghai Airport suspended flights for one day.

It's still that same mountain, but the feng shui is better.

A gentle mountain breeze was blowing.

Si Yang stood before the old woman's tombstone. "As you wished, you are buried with your grandmother."

"Don't look down on your neighbor for being poor; you're still indebted to them."

"I'll owe you this for the rest of my life." Si Yang smiled as he looked at the tombstone.

"I don't like you, but I don't hate you either." Si Yang looked at the tombstone and said softly.

"That's just how you are!" an old voice rang out.

An old man walked unsteadily through the mountains.

We stood before Old Man Rong's tombstone.

"Old Rong, you still didn't outlive me after all!" Lei Laohu looked at the tombstone, his once straight body now hunched over.

His face was covered with age spots.

"Back then, we were actually good friends."

"Old Rong is ruthless and cunning."

"They even resort to any means to achieve their goals."

"What I'm best at is planning."

"If we're really going to talk about it, he can be considered a remarkable person of his generation."

"If he hadn't left, I doubt any of the people who came after him would have been able to rise to prominence."

"Back then, I left in a huff because of what happened to you."

"From this day forward, we will have no further contact."

"Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye!"

"Forty years."

"He is doing very well overseas."

"I am in a high position."

Lei Laohu sighed.

Looking at the lush green mountains, forty years of vicissitudes have finally turned into a heavy sigh.

"Keep going!"

"At this age, you are a force to be reckoned with in every step you take."

"The Rong family is incredibly powerful today."

"Only you know how many resources Pingchao Club controls these days."

"The older generation has a good impression of you."

"You can live a worry-free life from now on!" The old man patted Si Yang on the shoulder.

A smile appeared on his aged face.

"The rights and wrongs of the past have all been forgotten."

"People! The most important thing is to be alive."

"Look at him now, I can curse at him and he can't say a word back. Even if I peed on his tombstone, he could only hold it in."

All you have to do is live well.

"As long as you're alive, you have everything," the old man said softly.

After saying that, he ignored Si Yang and turned to leave with faltering steps.

An old friend has passed away; one last visit is enough.

At this age, life and death are nothing more than commonplace.

Si Yang watched the old man's figure disappear.

After a lifetime of resentment, we've finally made peace.

At this point, what difference does it make whether we reconcile or not?

People!

Sometimes, saying something or not saying it makes no difference.

"In the end, I still ended up living the life you wanted." Si Yang sighed.

I glanced at the tombstone and smiled.

He turned and went down the mountain.

That's all there is to his life.

At twenty, his brilliance was already on full display.

Arrogant and domineering at thirty.

The composure and stability of a forty-year-old.

People will eventually change as they get older.

Mu Nancen stayed overseas.

Everyone else, except her, was in Daxia.

There are two months of reunion each year.

When that little guy grows up and becomes capable of standing on his own, the Queen of Southeast Asia, the Empress Dowager who ruled from behind the curtain for the Rong family, will return.

They were already separated most of the time.

When Si Yang returned to the manor, the little guy, who looked like a porcelain doll, rushed into Si Yang's arms.

The finale!