Five years later, in the golden autumn of September, at the gate of Jing University Affiliated Middle School.

Freshmen with youthful smiles on their faces were saying goodbye to their parents, stepping into a new battlefield with their backpacks.

A teenager, 1.83 meters tall with a fresh and clean face, was chattering to Shen Que.

"Big bro, you really need to start taking care of your skin. We’re the same age, but how come you look older?"

"No wonder my sister-in-law always says men have a short shelf life..."

Shen Xing kept talking, his chatterbox nature only growing as he aged.

Shen Que, exuding mature masculine charm, interrupted Shen Xing helplessly: "What do you know, kid? Your sister-in-law likes me just the way I am."

Jiang Cheng had said he was "abstinently" handsome.

"Right, I totally adore it!"

Beside him, Jiang Cheng, who only gained charm and not wrinkles with time, made Shen Que grin from ear to ear with a single sentence. The two exchanged a silent, knowing look.

Shen Xing shivered: Sure enough, with age, it’s unbearable to watch.

"Alright, I’m going, bye!"

With his long legs, Shen Xing merged into the crowd after a few strides with his backpack.

Shen Que held Jiang Cheng’s hand and said without a hint of nostalgia: "Let’s go, we’ll see that little brat again tonight!"

"I told you we didn’t need to come to see him off."

"You were right, as always."

Shen Que turned his head, his gaze full of affection and said without any reservations: "You just love to flatter me."

Jiang Cheng scratched Shen Que’s palm with her fingers and asked, "Do you like it?"

"I love it!"

After Shen Que finished speaking, his earlobes remained habitually warm, making Jiang Cheng smile sweetly.

It’s wonderful, Shen Que is still the same Shen Que.

The two of them left the school gate, walked a distance, and got into a black sedan.

Jiang Cheng was driving.

"I’ll drop you off at the company, and I’ll go see Li Chunxiang. See you at home tonight."

"Okay."

Shen Que fastened his seatbelt and responded.

Jiang Cheng started the car and smoothly drove Shen Que to Beijing’s First Mechanical Company.

As Shen Que unbuckled his seatbelt, he leaned over and quickly planted a kiss on Jiang Cheng’s cheek.

"See you at home."

"Okay!"

Jiang Cheng replied with a sweet smile, watching Shen Que get off the car and walk into the company.

She then started the car again and headed to Li Chunxiang and Gao Zhonghua’s house.

In five years, Li Chunxiang finally managed to win over Gao Zhonghua with her persistence.

Jiang Cheng, carrying gifts, went up to the second floor and rang the doorbell.

"Coming!"

"Oh, Jiang Cheng is here, come in—what are you bringing things for!"

Aunt Li genuinely scolded, as they were close enough that gifts weren’t necessary.

"For Chunxiang to help with breastfeeding."

"Alright, alright, you’re always thinking of her."

Aunt Li gave Jiang Cheng a pair of slippers, letting her enter to see Chunxiang, who was in confinement.

Li Chunxiang saw Jiang Cheng and quickly beckoned her over.

"It doesn’t smell great, my mom won’t let me wash up, so just bear with it."

Jiang Cheng sat on the bed and looked at the sleeping baby, asking, "Will our talking wake him up?"

Li Chunxiang shook her head and said, "It’s fine, don’t be too soft-spoken, or any sound will wake him, and it’ll be hard to soothe him back to sleep in the future."

Jiang Cheng nodded in agreement, that made sense.

Li Chunxiang saw Jiang Cheng’s curious expression and said, "If you like it, then have one yourself."

Jiang Cheng withdrew her gaze and shrugged, "The main thing is I don’t have time to have one."

Li Chunxiang thought about it and realized it was true that she didn’t have time.

Since college, Jiang Cheng had been traveling all over the country and even abroad.

After it became permissible to do business, she first invested in a food factory in S City, and within the following year, she transformed the joint venture into a fully private food factory.

After the food factory, she got busy with cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, wineries, and so on, always incredibly busy.

Li Chunxiang looked at the still youthful Jiang Cheng and said:

"I’m most impressed with you; you never seem to get tired. Others age from being busy, but you look younger the busier you get?"

"Anyway, there’s no rush; you’re only twenty-five, still young."

Jiang Cheng nodded affirmatively, "You’re right, fate does favor me a bit, not letting me develop wrinkles."

Li Chunxiang smiled speechlessly, still the narcissistic Jiang Cheng.

"The day after tomorrow, I’m out of confinement. Bring me the account book then; I’ll take a look at home, or else I’ll grow mold from staying here too long."

Jiang Cheng looked at the disdainful Li Chunxiang and said, "It’s not growing mold from idleness; you’re growing mold from the smell."

The two laughed heartily, then quickly composed themselves, glanced at the baby, and exchanged a smile.

After staying a while, Jiang Cheng said, "I have to go abroad tomorrow. You’re just out of confinement, so take it easy. Work from home if you can; don’t tire yourself out."

"Don’t worry, I won’t. I have to maintain my health to keep an eye on the accounts for you!"

Jiang Cheng stood up, reached out her hand playfully, and said, "Then I must thank my finance guru."

"Just so-so."

Li Chunxiang waved casually, not seeing Jiang Cheng out.

After leaving Li Chunxiang’s house, Jiang Cheng went to her company in Beijing.

The gatekeeper opened the door quickly after seeing Jiang Cheng’s license plate. Jiang Cheng rolled down her window, greeted the gatekeeper, and drove in.

This building had four floors, all belonging to Jiang Cheng.

Upon getting out of the car, before heading upstairs, Sun Aiguo came down.

"President Jiang."

"Meeting."

"Yes."

As her secretary, Sun Aiguo immediately sprang into action.

After graduating, Sun Aiguo went straight to work for Jiang Cheng.

This kid had good insight even when young, loved gathering information, and studied hard during school days, determined to follow Jiang Cheng, eventually graduating with honors.

After graduating, he continued to accompany Jiang Cheng around the country.

Ten minutes later, in the meeting room.

Jiang Cheng sat at the head, with many familiar faces in the room.

Jian Yueer, Zhao Chengde, Bai Lu, Hua Ying, and many other talents Jiang Cheng had her eye on since university, she managed to recruit them all.

"Let’s start the meeting. Tomorrow, Zhao Chengde, Sun Aiguo will go with me to Country D. Hua Ying, keep a close eye on foreign trade exports, Bai Lu, oversee recruitment matters as we still lack personnel, but it’s better to have fewer great ones than many average ones."

Hua Ying and Bai Lu nodded seriously in agreement.

Jiang Cheng’s gaze turned to Jian Yueer and said, "Yue Er, remember to send the account book over to finance, handle the quarterly taxes, and if any issues arise at the factory, let the factory managers deal with them. If they can’t solve it, hold off until I’m back."

...

Jiang Cheng arranged matters succinctly, processed some documents, and drove away.

As always, efficiently and swiftly.

In the evening, Shen Que cooked dinner, and Shen Xing and Shen Yue returned from school.

The family of five sat down for a meal, sharing stories of their day, enjoying a harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng and Shen Que retired to their room early.

Because she was leaving on a business trip the next day, Shen Que was particularly passionate that night, as if he intended to make the most of their intimate time.

After a night of effort, Jiang Cheng got up early to find that Shen Que was already awake and had prepared breakfast.

"You’re up. Have breakfast, and I’ll drive you in a bit."

Jiang Cheng smiled softly.

"Okay!"