A life of financial freedom

After breakfast, Zhong Tingyue arrived at the studio.

"Sister Zhong," Jiang Wenzhen's eyes lit up. "You're finally back! Was it fun abroad?"

"Not fun," she shrugged her fragrant shoulders.

"Didn't anything interesting happen?"

"Like what?"

"Lots and lots of foreign handsome guys."

Even in a relationship, Jiang Wenzhen remained a member of the 'Appearance Association'.

"How about a handsome foreign guy with body odor? Do you want him?"

"Yes."

Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes at Jiang Wenzhen and then entered the office.

Leaning against the window, looking downstairs, her bright eyes were clear and clean, she said to herself, "Soon."

Having returned from abroad, with the wedding approaching, her heart rippled with complex emotions.

Zhong Tingyue smiled sweetly, like a blooming rose, quickly throwing those thoughts behind her and starting to work.

She needed to finish the work at hand, leaving more time to arrange the wedding.

... ...

After eating, Chu Fang drove Zhou Yidan to the place where Zhou Yidan's grandmother used to live early in the morning.

Zhou Yidan's grandmother was originally from Shanghai. In those days, only a few coastal areas could be immigrated to, hoping to live a good life, but in the end, it was not what they expected.

However, correspondingly, with the rise of China's economy, those who stayed in the mainland have undergone tremendous changes, and their lives have surpassed the immigrant groups.

Chu Fang thought for a while, perhaps this is the reason for the hatred of those immigrants.

Soon, they arrived at the address.

As soon as they got out of the car, they were in trouble.

Zhou Yidan's grandmother only left the original address, which can still be found on the map, and the words she often talked about, her memory of Shanghai still remained in that backward era, but now Shanghai is full of high-rise buildings and traffic, and the former scene cannot be found.

"Did your grandmother leave any clues?" Chu Fang asked.

Zhou Yidan shook her head: "She said that there is a family祠堂 as soon as you enter the village, and there are neighbors all around. As long as you report her name, everyone will know."

Chu Fang: "... ..."

Helpless, they had to take the simplest and most complicated way to find relatives, that is, asking the nearby residents.

"Uncle, how long have you lived here?"

"Are you going to treat me to a drink?" The uncle's eyes lit up.

"I'm asking, do you know Cui Cuiping? She used to live here decades ago and later immigrated."

"Why should I treat you to a drink?" The uncle stuck his neck.

Chu Fang: "You rest."

"Are you really not going to treat me to a drink?"

Chu Fang: "... ..."

They asked the surrounding elderly people, but they didn't get any clues. In just a few decades, Shanghai has changed too much, and the memory of that year has been erased.

Suddenly Chu Fang patted his forehead; "Why am I so stupid?"

He then inquired about the history of this place. Thirty or forty years ago, the country was opened up, and the residents living in this place had already left and moved to the suburbs.

He drove to the suburbs again.

Arriving at a village in the suburbs, he saw a ancestral hall as soon as he entered, with the words: Cui Family Ancestral Hall written on it.

Zhou Yidan was immediately excited: "Brother Chu, this is it. The decoration of this place is exactly the same as what my grandmother said."

The car stopped at the ancestral hall, and the two got down. An ancient ancestral hall stood quietly, carrying the glory and inheritance of the family, and engraved with the vicissitudes of the years.

The ancestral hall was clean, and obviously someone cleaned it regularly.

"You are?" An old lady with white hair walked by with a crutches.

"Grandma, is this the Cui Family Ancestral Hall?" Chu Fang asked.

"No," the old lady replied quite simply.

"Ah?" Chu Fang was taken aback.

The old lady glanced at him: "Isn't it clearly written, are you blind?"

Chu Fang: "... ..."

This hot-tempered old lady.

"Grandma, I want to ask you about someone. Do you know Cui Cuiping? She used to immigrate," Zhou Yidan said softly, "Now she has passed away and hopes to return to her roots and return to her hometown. Cui Cuiping has an older sister and a younger brother. The older sister is called Cui Chunyan, and the younger brother is called Cui Li... ..."

Zhou Yidan said her grandmother's identity information.

The old lady asked, "Who are you to Cui Cuiping?"

"I am her granddaughter."

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhou Yidan shook her head.

The old lady's eyes were red, and tears appeared, her voice choked: "I am Cui Chunyan."

Fate, wonderful.

The two who had just entered the village found the purpose of this trip.

The old lady couldn't hold back her emotions, and burst into tears holding the ashes of her own sister, almost fainting.

Then the old lady led the two home and came to a beautifully decorated rural self-built house. Then the old lady made a few phone calls, calling her children and younger brother to go home quickly.

The first to arrive was Cui Li, who was Zhou Yidan's great-uncle. The two old men who were about to die cried with tears streaming down their faces.

No one could have predicted that the reunion would be forever.

After a while, Cui Chunyan and Cui Li's children arrived, and everyone was saddened.

"Child, you have worked hard all these years," Cui Chunyan took Zhou Yidan's hand.

"Not hard," Zhou Yidan shook her head, and for some reason, she also shed tears.

Since she was born abroad, she has been subjected to countless discriminations and bullying. She is used to it. When she returned to China and saw her grandmother's sister, younger brother, and the care of these many relatives, Zhou Yidan's voice choked.

With the arrival of the Cui family, everyone discussed re-organizing the funeral for Cui Cuiping, hoping to go happily and grandly.

Having found the Cui family, Chu Fang also planned to leave.

"Brother Chu," Cui Li took Chu Fang's hand and began to call him brothers, "Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to see my sister and regret it for the rest of my life. You are the great benefactor of my Cui family. What can I do to repay you?"

"Why don't you do this, I have several houses in the city center, you can choose one at will."

"No need," Chu Fang refused with a smile, "This is just a little help."

He already has many houses under his name. What does he want so many houses for? He doesn't live in them and wastes resources.

Moreover, he did not do these things for reward, but just out of kindness.

He refused the Cui family's kindness and then left here.

"Brother Chu... ..." Walking, suddenly Zhou Yidan's voice came from behind, Zhou Yidan ran over quickly.

"Is there anything else?" Chu Fang asked.

Zhou Yidan suddenly knelt down to Chu Fang: "Thank you, Brother Chu."

And the many Cui family members in the rear also knelt down, also thanking.

"Oh," Chu Fang felt a headache and quickly helped Zhou Yidan up, "No need to do this, I just did some very ordinary things."

Seeing that the Cui family was about to surround him again, he quickly left here, saying as he walked, "Don't thank you, keep in touch in the future."

After speaking, he got in the car and ran away with the accelerator.

Leaving the Cui family.

Cui Chunyan wiped the tears from Zhou Yidan's pupils: "Child, you have suffered outside these years."

"Don't go to that America in the future, just stay here."

"If we have food, we can let you live."

"We are a family."

The Cui family said so.

Zhou Yidan cried even harder.

The pain of the past twenty years turned into tears at this moment.

... ...

"Alas!" Chu Fang drove the car and sighed, "Foreign countries are good, but they are not home after all."

Today's scene made him feel a lot.

Soon, Chu Fang cleaned up his emotions and then drove to Yaten Yige.

Just now Ma Junjie knew that he was back and sent him a message, asking him to go to the company.