The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Zhou Huaijin took her hand and led her step by step to the center of the venue.

As the applause began, their two children, one in a little suit and the other in a tutu, walked towards them hand in hand.

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes welled up with tears, and her heart felt as if it were being gently and steadily supported by something.

"Mommy, you look so beautiful today." Jinshu tilted her little face up and held out the flowers in her hand to her. "You're even more beautiful than a princess."

Yan Hui nodded beside her and said earnestly, "When I grow up, I want to give my mother a wedding like that."

The two little ones held up her skirt like two tiny guardians.

A gentle sea breeze, the fragrance of flowers, and the sound of music filled the air. There was no noisy or complicated ceremony; the host simply recited a few vows softly, and the couple looked into each other's eyes as they uttered those three words.

"I do."

Ye Zhenzhen thought that this was truly the most perfect wedding of her dreams.

Sometimes, she didn't even know what she really wanted, but Zhou Huaijin always managed to find the answer.

She nestled in his arms, buried her face in his chest, and cried, "Thank you, Lao Zhou, I'm so happy today..."

"No, it's that I've been happy every day since I married you."

He kept all his promises.

This is their fifth year of marriage.

They made up for the wedding that was delayed.

Holding onto her skirt, surrounded by sea breeze and flowers, the family of four faced the camera and took the most heartwarming and happy wedding photo.

The sunlight fell on them, casting long shadows on the grass, just like their home, stretching steadily forward.

They will have many more five-year periods.

Life goes on quietly like this.

The second five years.

Zhou Huaijin's position has been promoted again, and Ye Zhenzhen is no longer the novice teacher with no voice.

With her children at ease and her family happy, she devoted a great deal of time to academic pursuits, achieving not only personal success but also nurturing an increasing number of outstanding students.

Those who used to be polite to her on the surface but looked down on her behind her back now look at her with new respect and have changed their address from "Mrs. Zhou" to "Professor Ye".

As the two children grew up, Jinshu became clever and witty, with a sweet tongue and a knack for winning people's hearts; Yanhui, on the other hand, was rather aloof, like her father, sparing with words to strangers, but a chatterbox to those she liked.

Ye Zhenzhen never deliberately educated them; she always let them grow up freely.

She doesn't care whether her child grows up healthy or not, as long as he/she is healthy.

Both children were exceptionally talented from a young age. Yan Hui possessed strong logical thinking and a photographic memory, and had already skipped two grades in elementary school. Jin Shu, on the other hand, had a talent for writing, enjoyed reading all kinds of books, and her articles repeatedly won awards.

In fact, parents are often the best teachers for their children.

Children raised in loving families with top-tier resources are bound to turn out well.

Jinshu is the most pampered by her father, and he almost always grants her every wish; Yanhui, being a boy, is subject to stricter demands from her father, and will likely take over his father's role in the future.

Zhou Huaijin often tells his son many principles, some of which his son understands, and some he does not.

Ye Zhenzhen always said to him, "The child is so young, why do you always lecture him with those grand principles?"

Yan Hui both respected and feared her father. Her father was very scary when he was angry, and only her mother could coax him.

But Dad always tries to reason with Mom, which sometimes annoys her: "He gets so old, he just loves to nag."

Then Dad got angry again.

But after arguing for a while, the two made up.

The two children were already used to this routine. They glanced at each other, then went out and closed the door behind them.

However, on one occasion, Zhou Huaijin suddenly fainted at home.

He was so busy with work during that time that he overworked himself and fainted the moment he stood up.

Ye Zhenzhen was so scared that her whole body was trembling.

"Old Zhou, what's wrong? Don't scare me..."

"Wake up and talk to me... I won't mind your nagging anymore..."

She listened as the doctor described the suspected symptoms: cerebral infarction, cerebral hemorrhage, brain tumor...

Each one made her breathless.

She signed several forms, her hands shaking so badly she could barely hold the pen.

Watching the doctor draw his blood and take a CT scan, while waiting for the results, she could barely stand, her hand trembling as she held his.

It wasn't until the doctor said, "It's vertigo, nothing serious," that things improved.

He woke up, and she was like a taut string suddenly released. Holding his hand, she cried so hard she couldn't say a word.

He reached out and touched her head, his voice a little hoarse: "How old are you? Why are you crying like this?"

She hugged him, sobbing uncontrollably, "You scared me to death..."

During that time, Ye Zhenzhen stayed by their side without taking off her clothes, feeding them bite by bite, counting out their medicine one pill at a time, and turning off the lights promptly at nine o'clock every night. The two children also obediently stopped making noise.

Yan Hui saw all of this and thought that her father was even harder to coax than a child.

After that incident, his father had a talk with him and said:

"Yan Hui, from now on, you must learn to protect your mother."

He nodded seriously: "Yes, I am a man, and when I grow up I will protect my mother just like my father."

"Dad is older than Mom and will pass away before her. Mom will be sad, so you must stay with her and comfort her."

"She's been wronged, you need to stand up for her."

He paused, then said, "Your sister is also a girl, just like your mother, pure and kind. You must protect her in the future."

He was only in his forties and hadn't thought about these things. But his sudden collapse today left him with lingering fear.

If it's a disease that I can't wake up from, how will she cope if I leave her alone?

Yan Hui suddenly felt very sad; he couldn't accept losing his father.

At such a young age, his father talked to him a lot.

He vaguely understood some of the truths, yet he felt a pang of sadness. He wished his parents could stay with them forever.

Many years later, someone asked him if he believed in love.

Of course he believed it. His parents had been loving parents their whole lives. His mother was spoiled like a child by his father, who, despite his serious appearance, was actually most dependent on his mother.

He would always remember the time his father was hospitalized, the two of them crammed onto that narrow hospital bed, his father holding his mother's hand, his voice very, very low:

"Zhenzhen, thank you for giving me a home."

Mom smiled, but tears streamed down her face: "I should be thanking you, Lao Zhou. Thank you for giving me such a peaceful and happy life."

Ye Zhenzhen feels that she is really lucky. She was pampered by her parents when she was a child and by her husband after marriage.

Life wasn't dramatic, but it was filled with subtle moments of light amidst the ordinariness.