My heart is tied to that sky

In the early spring mornings, the Zhejiang River is still enveloped in a chilly air, as if covered by a thin layer of frost.

The air was filled with moisture, and every breath felt cool and refreshing as it seeped into my lungs.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, the city slowly awoke in the dim light.

The streets were still quiet with the night, with only a few breakfast stalls starting to steam.

The streetlights were not completely off yet, their glow blending with the gradually brightening sky to create a hazy, warm yellow.

The light and shadow swayed gently on the ground, as if gently rubbing the sleepy eyes of the city.

In the corridor of the First People's Hospital of Zhejiang Province, the pungent smell of disinfectant was diluted by the delicate fragrance of a few bunches of lilies in the corner.

The faint floral fragrance acted like a soft barrier, partially masking the anxiety and tension in the corridor.

Tang Muyang stood outside the delivery room, his brows furrowed, pacing back and forth, his palms slightly sweaty.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and every step he took was on an uneasy rhythm.

He wasn't the powerful CEO of Qingyang Group; he was just an ordinary husband waiting for his wife and children to be safe.

At this moment, power, wealth, and status are all forgotten, leaving only the simplest desires.

This day was April 4, 2007, the 4th day of the second month of the lunar calendar.

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated.

The vibration traveled through my palm, like a small drumbeat, shattering the momentary tranquility.

Caller ID: Zhao Gang.

Tang Muyang took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

My fingertips even felt slightly cold.

"Mr. Tang, the city has officially announced that the prime land plot next to Qingyang Xinyuan is now open for bidding. It has an excellent location and the best policies. I'm informing you as soon as possible."

Tang Muyang's eyes lit up, and he said in a steady tone, "Thank you for your hard work, Section Chief Zhao. Qingyang is determined to get this land."

At the same time, a concern crossed his mind: first stabilize things here, then talk about those grand plans.

Meanwhile, steam rose from the skewers and hot pot restaurants in the old streets of the city.

The bubbling red oil in the pot, carrying its aroma, rises upwards, warming the tip of one's nose until it feels slightly hot.

Tang Jianguo came almost every day, not for any other reason than to keep an eye on that busy and beautiful figure.

My eyes kept following her figure, and even the smell of hot pot seemed to carry a hint of anticipation.

Yang Liu carried the pot broth to his table, her eyes gentle, their understanding already unspoken.

With a natural movement, he placed the pot firmly on the table, his fingertips casually brushing against the edge of the table.

Tang Jianguo clenched his fists, summoning the greatest courage he had ever had.

His knuckles were slightly white from the exertion, and his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"Yang Liu, I didn't come here for hot pot. I... like you, I want to be your girlfriend, and I want to treat you well for the rest of my life."

Yang Liu blushed, lowered her head, and gently raised the corners of her mouth.

Her ears were tinged with a light pink, but she didn't flinch at all.

"Brother Jianguo, I... too... for a long time."

The two were in love, and the matter was settled.

Sweet bubbles seemed to float in the air, and even the steam from the pot became gentle.

Not long after hanging up with Zhao Gang, Tang Muyang's phone rang again.

The ringtone sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.

Caller ID: Zhu Xiaohui.

"Mr. Tang, I have good news to share! Phase I of Qingyang Xinyuan has passed all inspections and is now officially ready for sale."

Tang Muyang felt a sense of relief, and said in a relaxed tone, "I understand, Xiaohui. Thank you for overseeing headquarters."

My tense shoulders finally relaxed, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Zhu Xiaohui's response was not only affirmative in tone, but also contained a hint of inexplicable, heartfelt concern.

It's as if they're protecting this sky for him, afraid that he might make the slightest mistake.

In the office of Qingyang Industrial, Peng Jiahui was staring intently at the project reports.

The light from the desk lamp fell on the report, his brows were slightly furrowed, and even his fingertips showed a hint of fatigue.

Zhou Yanting walked in quietly, carrying a stack of financial documents. The two had been spending time together and exchanging glances for a long time, and were just one step away from a romantic relationship.

She walked very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing him.

Zhou Yanting put down the documents and said softly, "Manager Peng, the accounts have been checked and everything is normal."

The voice was soft, yet resolute.

Peng Jiahui suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with passion, no longer hiding anything: "Yanting, from now on call me Jiahui. I like you... not as a colleague, but as someone I want to marry."

His heart was pounding as if it would burst out of his chest, and his gaze was fixed on her.

Zhou Yanting's cheeks flushed instantly, her heart raced, and she nodded gently.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, and even her breathing became a little erratic.

"You...this is an office, I...I'm so embarrassed."

She covered her face and turned to leave.

Peng Jiahui pulled her into his arms, and her feelings were gradually revealed.

His embrace was warm and strong; her heartbeat was pressed against his chest, and she could hear it clearly.

Four people were chatting happily in the hospital elevator.

Tang Jianguo held Yang Liu's hand, while Zhou Yanting leaned against Peng Jiahui, each filled with their own joy.

Everyone had an undisguised smile on their face, like children who had just stolen candy.

With a creak, the elevator doors opened.

The lights instantly filled the entire corridor, making it so bright that it warmed people's hearts.

Tang Jianguo carried a steaming old hen in his hand and walked briskly.

The aroma of the old hen wafted from the bag, making one's heart itch with anticipation.

Peng Jiahui carried a hiking backpack filled with baby supplies, his face beaming with joy.

The backpack was bulging, filled with anticipation for the new life.

"elder brother!"

Tang Jianguo and Yang Liu walked closer side by side and called out to each other with concern.

His voice carried a mixture of urgency and excitement.

Zhou Yanting and Peng Jiahui followed closely behind, hand in hand: "Brother Muyang, don't worry, your wife will definitely be safe."

She gently placed her hand on his arm, her eyes full of comfort.

Tang Muyang looked at the two pairs of figures, a smile he couldn't hide, and he saw right through them at a glance.

A warm feeling welled up inside him, which made him more satisfied than any success.

"You...have you decided?"

Peng Jiahui chuckled and said in a cheerful tone, "Brother, you can't hide anything from me."

He smiled like a student who had gotten a perfect score, both smug and confident.

Tang Jianguo nodded earnestly, his ears turning red: "Yang Liu and I... she agreed too."

He scratched his head sheepishly, but with unwavering determination.

Tang Muyang's gaze then turned to Zhou Yanting and Yang Liu. Seeing the two blushing and lowering their heads slightly, he understood what was going on and immediately burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed in the corridor, dispelling all the gloom and unease.

The anxiety of the past few days vanished.

"Great! That's wonderful! I'm even happier to see my brother get married than to see myself achieve something."

He was genuinely happy for these two pairs of brothers, more so than if he had won any project himself.

He made the decision on the spot, his tone resolute.

"Yang Liu! The hot pot restaurant will be managed by your older brother, Yang Zhixiang. Effective today, you will be transferred to the position of sales manager at Qingyang Xinyuan."

This is the greatest support he can offer, and also his most sincere blessing.

Tang Jianguo's eyes lit up instantly, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Brother! Thank you!"

His voice trembled, his eyes were slightly red, and a thousand words were stuck in his throat.

Yang Liu nodded silently in thanks, her shyness still lingering on her face.

She bowed slightly, her heart filled with gratitude and anticipation.

"That's true brotherhood! That's what real brothers are like!"

Peng Jiahui clapped and cheered, and Zhou Yanting gently pinched his waist.

He let out an exaggerated "Ouch!" which made everyone laugh.

Tang Muyang smiled and nodded, a warm feeling welling up in his heart. With his brothers united, his beloved by his side, and his career taking off, he had no regrets.

At that moment, he felt that all his efforts were worthwhile, and all the hardships had finally come to an end.

Just then, a loud cry pierced the corridor.

The voice was clear and powerful, like a ray of light that instantly illuminated everyone's hearts.

"Wow--"

The delivery room door opened.

The nurse, holding the swaddled baby, smiled gently: "Congratulations, Mr. Tang, it's a healthy baby boy. Mother and child are both safe and sound."

Her voice, like a spring breeze, dispelled all tension and worry.

Tang Muyang shuddered, his eyes instantly turning red.

My steps were unsteady, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

He took the child with trembling hands, his heart filled with a thousand words.

When my fingertips touched that small, warm body, my eyes instantly welled up with tears, which streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Let's name him Tang Zhenyang. May he revitalize the family business and make a name for himself in our hometown."

His name contains all his hopes and blessings.

Just as the family of three was immersed in the joy of becoming parents for the first time, the door to the ward was gently pushed open.

The movements were gentle, yet they carried a great deal of warmth and blessings.

Gong Chong'an and Su Wanqing walked in.

This highly respected elder in Zhejiang's waterway business community wore an undisguised kind smile.

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothed out with her smile, radiating joy.

He was holding an exquisite sandalwood box in his hands.

The box has a smooth and warm surface, reflecting the passage of time.

Su Wanqing carried a thermos and looked at her daughter with heartache as soon as she entered the door.

His steps were hurried, and his eyes were full of concern.

"Qingqing, you've suffered."

"Dad, Mom."

Tang Muyang quickly got up and took the child away.

She moved very carefully, afraid of disturbing the little one in her arms.

Gong Chong'an looked at his grandson, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, which then subsided into deep affection.

His gaze fell on that small face, full of doting affection.

He opened the sandalwood box, inside which lay a warm and antique jade pendant.

The jade pendant has a soft luster and exquisite carvings, exuding an aura of tranquility.

"Muyang, Yiqing, this is a jade pendant passed down from the Gong family ancestors, called 'Calming the Storm.' When I was starting my business, it was the most difficult time. Your grandfather gave it to me, saying it could ward off evil spirits and stabilize the family's fortune. Now that Zhenyang has been born, this jade pendant has been passed down to him."

Su Wanqing wiped away her tears and smiled, "And this thermos contains top-quality bird's nest, which I've been stewing all morning. Muyang, you're a father now, so you should be more considerate of Qingqing in the future. We'll take care of things at home, so you can focus on your career."

Tang Muyang accepted the jade pendant with both hands, feeling its heavy weight.

The warm touch on my fingertips filled my heart with a warmth that ached.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry. I, Tang Muyang, swear to God that I will never betray Yiqing, never betray the Tang family, and never betray the Gong family's trust in this life."

His tone was solemn and firm, and every word contained a promise.

Just then, Tang Muyang's phone vibrated again in his pocket.

The small tremor served as a wake-up call, reminding him of his identity and responsibilities.

He took it out and saw that the screen displayed "Lu Zhenting".

Tang Muyang straightened his expression and respectfully accepted the gift.

His tone instantly shifted to a calm and respectful one.

"Chairman."

"Muyang, congratulations on the birth of your son."

Lu Zhenting's voice was calm and gentle, carrying the blessings of an elder.

Hearing it was like a warm current, soothing his heart.

"Thank you for your concern, Chairman."

Tang Muyang spoke sincerely.

There was a barely perceptible sob in his voice.

"I knew you were no ordinary person back then. Now you have achieved success in both your family and career, which is wonderful."

Lu Zhenting paused, his tone solemn.

"Now that you are deeply involved in the jewelry industry, I am confident that I can share all of our channels, raw materials, and supply chains in the jewelry sector with you."

"With old feelings and a greater sense of righteousness, go for it."

Tang Muyang felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly.

My eyes welled up with tears again. This was trust, entrustment, and a heavy responsibility.

"I will never forget the Chairman's kindness in recognizing my talent."

"Stay true to our original aspirations and move steadily towards a brighter future."

After giving his instructions, Lu Zhenting hung up the phone.

The busy tone on the other end of the phone, like a long, drawn-out blessing, echoed in my heart.

Not long after, the phone rang again. The caller was Zhang Haoting.

The ward fell silent instantly.

Tang Jianguo and Peng Jiahui exchanged a glance, their expressions solemn.

The air seemed to carry a greater sense of solemnity.

Zhang Haoting was a pillar of the Zhejiang business community and even the entire southern province; he was a truly important figure.

He is someone countless people look up to, and also a role model in Tang Muyang's heart.

Tang Muyang took a deep breath and answered the phone.

He pronounced each word very firmly, without daring to slack off in the slightest.

"Mr. Zhang, this is Mu Yang."

"Hahaha! Muyang, I heard you had a big, healthy baby boy? Great! Great! I told you long ago, Tang Muyang, you're destined for great things, this good fortune is just around the corner!"

Zhang Haoting's laughter was hearty and powerful; you could feel his joy even through the receiver.

"Thanks to Mr. Zhang, both mother and child are safe and sound."

Tang Muyang said modestly.

His tone was full of respect.

"Peace is all that matters; peace is a blessing."

Zhang Haoting changed the subject, his tone becoming serious and forceful.

Instantly switch to the composure and confidence of the business world.

"Muyang, now that you have a baby, the burden on your shoulders is even heavier. I heard from Zhao Gang that you're looking at that plot of land next to 'Qingyang Xinyuan'? That plot of land has an excellent location and is suitable for building high-end, improved housing."

Zhang Haoting paused for a few seconds on the phone, as if he was thinking.

"In this way, I will have Hanting Group inject 200 million yuan as a strategic investment in Qingyang Industry, following the formal equity and cooperation procedures."

"I want to see you make Qingyang Industry a benchmark in Zhejiang and a century-old enterprise."

Tang Muyang's grip on his phone tightened slightly, and his eyes welled up with tears again.

My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and all the words I wanted to say were stuck there.

"Mr. Zhang, I will remember your kindness. I will certainly live up to your expectations and make the second phase of the project a benchmark for Zhejiang Water Conservancy."

His voice trembled, yet remained incredibly firm.

After hanging up the phone, Tang Muyang looked at his son in his arms, and a surge of unprecedented pride welled up in his heart.

It was a feeling of being lifted up, and also a responsibility that had to be shouldered.

The days flowed by amidst the cries and laughter of the baby.

Time seemed to be fast-forwarded, or gently stretched out.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhenyang was a full moon.

On the day of the full moon celebration, the courtyard of Qingyang Group was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, with red "double happiness" characters pasted on the walls and balloons hanging in the air.

The courtyard was decorated in a lively and warm style, with a festive atmosphere everywhere.

It wasn't extravagant or luxurious, but rather warm and lively.

Every corner reflects care, and every smile is genuine and heartwarming.

Gong Yiqing held Tang Zhenyang in her arms as they sat in the sunlight in the center of the courtyard, her eyes gentle.

The sunlight shone on her face, gilding it with a soft golden edge, making her look like a painting.

Tang Muyang clumsily prepared the milk powder on the coffee table next to him, his movements awkward.

He stared at the markings on the bottle and muttered softly, "Sixty degrees Celsius, shake well, not too hot and not too cold."

He was so serious, as if he were dealing with a contract worth hundreds of millions, which made everyone laugh.

Gu Zhixing, dressed in a simple shirt and wearing black-rimmed glasses, walked briskly into the courtyard, holding a hand-painted picture of longevity.

His steps were steady, and his eyes held a sincere blessing.

He walked up to Tang Muyang and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting.

"Mr. Tang, congratulations on the birth of your son. This is a painting I drew to wish your young master a smooth and prosperous life."

Tang Muyang stood up to greet him with a genuine smile: "Engineer Gu, you've worked hard. Please have a seat."

His tone was full of gratitude.

Lin Mo followed closely behind, carrying a longevity lock with exquisite carvings in his hands.

The longevity lock is exquisitely crafted with clear patterns, revealing the ingenuity of the artisan.

"Muyang, congratulations. This is a gold lock I made myself, to calm Zhenyang's nerves and bring him good fortune."

Tang Muyang solemnly accepted the gift, deeply moved: "Elder Lin, your words are more precious than anything else."

My fingertips touched the cold metal, but my heart felt warm and burning.

Under the pavilion nearby, Yang Liu and Zhou Yanting were busy entertaining guests.

Yang Liu is now the sales manager of Qingyang Xinyuan, and she is capable and energetic.

Her movements were nimble, and her speech was clear and logical; she had completely shed her initial shyness.

"Children's legs need to be bound so they'll have straight and beautiful legs later."

Yang Liu said earnestly.

His tone carried the certainty of an elder.

"Children should be allowed to develop freely; they shouldn't be restricted."

Zhou Yanting offered a gentle yet firm rebuttal.

Her voice was gentle, yet it carried her own conviction.

The two women chatted back and forth, creating a lively yet warm atmosphere.

There were no arguments, only genuine concern for the child.

Tang Jianguo and Peng Jiahui squatted in the corner of the yard, chatting and laughing while gnawing on pig's trotters.

"Brother Jianguo, it seems that the 'war' at home will be even more intense than the one on the construction site."

Peng Jiahui joked with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation for the future.

Tang Jianguo smiled憨厚ly: "It's good to be lively, it feels like home."

His smile was simple and warm, revealing his contentment with life.

Among the guests, Zhao Gang, the section chief of the Investment Promotion Bureau, came specially, carrying a document that still smelled of ink.

He held the document carefully, as if it were a precious treasure.

"Mr. Tang, congratulations! This is a new plot of land that has just been approved by the city. It's in an excellent location, right next to 'Qingyang Xinyuan,' perfect for developing a second phase of high-end residential housing. With Mr. Zhang's funding in place, we can start construction on this second phase at any time."

Tang Muyang held his son in one arm and took the documents with the other, a confident smile playing on his lips.

He glanced down at the document, a hint of determination and ambition flashing in his eyes.

"Section Chief Zhao, I'll take this land. Not only will we build houses, but we'll also leave the most beautiful home for the children of Zhejiang."

At this moment, family and career are completely integrated.

On his shoulders rests his family, his brothers, and a heavy mission.

As night falls, the hustle and bustle subsides, and the city lights shine brightly.

The night, like a gentle curtain, covered the entire city.

Tang Muyang stood on the terrace, holding the sleeping Tang Zhenyang in his arms, the evening breeze ruffling his slightly disheveled temples.

The night breeze carried a slight chill, but it couldn't dispel the warmth and contentment in his heart.

Behind her, Gong Yiqing tidied up the table quietly, her movements gentle, as if afraid of waking the child.

He took out the fountain pen that had been with him for half his life and rubbed it between his fingertips.

This pen accompanied him through the special economic zone, through Hengxin, through starting his business, through his wedding, and now it has witnessed him becoming a father.

After seeing off the last group of guests, Tang Jianguo and Peng Jiahui walked to the edge of the terrace.

"Brother, we used to live for ourselves, but things are different now. This little brat is the future of our Tang family. We have to secure our position and ensure he lives a peaceful life."

"Muyang, just focus on leading your wife and kids forward. Jia Hui and I will handle the company's affairs. If the sky falls, your brothers will hold it up for you."

Tang Muyang nodded, gazing into the distance.

That place is a planned urban renewal area, the battlefield for Qingyang Industry's next decade.

On New Year's Eve that year, Tang Muyang stood alone in his study.

Outside the window, thousands of lights shone, and the faint sound of firecrackers could be heard, creating a strong festive atmosphere.

He looked at his sleeping son in the crib, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Half a lifetime of wandering, through countless storms, all the blood, sweat, and tears have transformed into this moment of peace.

He recalled people and events from the past, and finally his gaze settled on Gong Yiqing's figure in the bedroom.

With a wife like this in this life, what more could a husband ask for?

Tang Muyang carefully placed the pen back in the drawer, bent down, and whispered his promise.

"Zhenyang, let Dad show you just how vast this sky truly is. Dad will protect this family, protect Qingyang Industry, and protect our roots."

The birth of a son is a joyous occasion, marking the completion of a family and the beginning of a new chapter in life.

With our original aspirations unchanged and our warmth ever-present, the road ahead is vast and promising.