Jiang Cheng gave a helpless smile after placating Li Chunxiang.

She walked out of the office, and Sun Aiguo was still there.

"You’re not leaving yet?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Aiguo made a bitter face and said, "President Jiang, did you forget?"

Jiang Cheng searched her mind.

Seeing Jiang Cheng’s expression, Sun Aiguo knew she had forgotten.

"President Jiang, you have an interview this afternoon, and you were sent an invitation to this year’s Spring Festival Gala. You can take your family to watch it live."

"Here’s the invitation; just decide for yourself. But as for this afternoon’s interview, we should get going."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng finally remembered and looked at Sun Aiguo appreciatively: "Good thing you’re here."

Sun Aiguo, catching the essence, immediately said, "Of course!"

The two were familiar with each other, and after joking around, Sun Aiguo reminded her of the dress code.

Jiang Cheng had several outfits in the office for occasions like this.

She went back to change into a slightly formal black-and-white suit, put on high heels, and went downstairs with Sun Aiguo.

The driver drove, and Sun Aiguo sat in the front, going over the script with Jiang Cheng.

Although it’s an interview, not every question can be asked, so the other party sent a rough interview schedule.

Jiang Cheng listened, keeping it in mind.

After finishing, they hadn’t arrived yet.

"Secretary Sun, are you going back to S City for the New Year?"

"Yes, heading back! My big brother’s entire family is coming back this year too. My dad keeps asking when I’ll return. If you don’t need me, I’ll leave tomorrow."

"Go ahead, Uncle Sun and Granny Sun must miss you, right?"

Sun Aiguo pondered for a moment.

"They miss me most on the first day, but after a few days, they wish I’d leave."

"My dad’s retired, and they’re having quite the life. I’d just be a bother if I went back."

Jiang Cheng laughed upon hearing this.

"Although you say that, believe it or not, Uncle Sun is probably bragging about you at home."

Sun Aiguo recalled the time he got into college and nodded, "Yeah, finally gave him some face. A little boasting isn’t bad either."

The two chatted idly, and they arrived at the TV station.

Jiang Cheng composed herself and got out of the car.

Sun Aiguo professionally followed behind Jiang Cheng, actively providing ID cards, and after passing inspection, they entered the TV station.

Led by staff, they went to the reception room where the station leaders and hosts were already present.

After exchanging pleasantries, they jumped into the main topic.

The host was a very knowledgeable and elegant woman, asking deep questions and not making things difficult for Jiang Cheng.

Both women were highly independent thinkers, and as they chatted, there was even a sense of mutual admiration.

"President Jiang, outsiders say your success came easily. Do you agree with this view?"

Jiang Cheng folded her hands in front of her chest, pondering for a moment.

"I don’t completely agree. Luck played a part, but my efforts went unseen by outsiders."

"Not to mention the people I’ve met and the era’s benefits bestowed upon me. Without any part, I wouldn’t be where I am today."

"So, whether easy or not, none fully captures the journey I’ve taken."

The host nodded and responded, and the interview continued.

At the interview’s end, the host asked one final question.

"President Jiang, do you have any advice for the young people actively starting businesses outside?"

Jiang Cheng gave a gentle smile.

"No."

"My success can’t be replicated by others, nor can I partake in their success."

"My individual success can’t advise all young people. We’re all different, on different paths."

"Keep going. When you reach an intersection, the ultimate decision is yours."

The interview concluded, and Jiang Cheng and the host chatted a bit more, exchanging contact information.

Sun Aiguo took Jiang Cheng home, officially releasing him on holiday.

Jiang Cheng pushed open the courtyard door and heard a loud bang.

"Wow—what’s going on?"

Jiang Cheng looked at the smoke rising from the ground and then at Shen Yue and the calm Shen Xing beside him.

"Sis, I’m throwing pop-its!"

Shen Yue happily held a box of small pop-its.

"Nice, keep throwing."

Jiang Cheng walked over and sat on the chair next to Shen Xing.

"Our Young Master Shen is acting all profound here?"

"Sis, seeing through but not revealing."

"Oh—my mistake, my mistake, carry on."

The three played in the yard, and shortly after, Shen Que returned as well.

He and Jiang Cheng tried to vacation at the same time, allowing them to spend more time together.

Once they were done throwing pop-its, the four went back inside, and Jiang Cheng mentioned the Spring Festival invitation, asking if anyone wanted to go.

Shen Yue was excited, Shen Xing was indifferent, but Grandma Shen really wanted to go.

Finally, Jiang Cheng decided—they’d go.

Having decided, the preparations for the New Year also had to begin.

They went to the big market, shopped in malls, bought New Year’s goods, and put up couplets.

The anticipation and preparations for the New Year filled these days with complete joy.

On the afternoon of New Year’s Eve, the family of five had their feast around two o’clock.

After the meal, Grandma Shen took everyone to make dumplings, leaving them outside to freeze so they could be cooked once they returned from the Spring Gala.

After the hustle, the family changed into festive clothes, and Shen Que drove to the Spring Gala hall.

Along the way, they heard firecracker sounds, children’s laughter and shouts.

The scent of delectable food floated from each household, though noisy, yet peaceful.

Grandma Shen looked out the window with great emotion.

"Life is so good, it feels like a dream."

Seated in the middle, Shen Yue hugged Grandma Shen’s arm, sweetly saying, "Auntie, it’ll get even better in the future."

"Yes, yes, it will get even better!"

"Our party is still the best. Otherwise, how would we have such good days?"

The car moved forward and reached the radio station.

The group got out, carried the invitation inside, underwent security checks for dangerous items, and then entered the audience seating.

Their seats were very close to the stage, next to a round table.

Next to the round table were familiar faces, and Jiang Cheng and Shen Que went over to greet them.

They sat down, waiting for the show to start.

At 8 o’clock, the Spring Festival Gala officially began.

Grandma Shen and Shen Yue applauded vigorously, watching familiar faces on stage with excitement and happiness!

The show was witty and humorous, making everyone laugh heartily, rejoicing together.

At the end, everyone felt it was too short, leaving them nostalgic.

The crowd lined up to leave, everyone discussing the gala content—you say this was good, I say that was good—truly a chorus of voices.

Jiang Cheng and her group exited and drove back.

Once home, Grandma Shen cooked dumplings, and the family sat in a circle, eating.

"Hey! There’s money in mine!"

Shen Yue spat out a coin and chuckled, "Next year I’ll definitely earn more draft fees!"

Next, Shen Xing ate a piece of candy, and Shen Que also found a coin.

Jiang Cheng, feeling competitive, picked and chose before snatching one.

"Oh—something’s in here—peanut!"

Grandma Shen blinked, Peanut good! Life good!

Jiang Cheng immediately understood, gave a helpless smile, and looked at Shen Que.

Shen Que also got it and said, "We’ll listen to you. I’m still in good health."

Jiang Cheng: Was the last bit necessary????