Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

The village in the city the next day.

The light rain was still falling, and on the streets outside this cluster of urban villages,

two of the top MVP nanny vehicles were parked at the moment.

The visitor was a petite woman, sheltered under an umbrella and wearing a white mask.

She seemed as if she was afraid of being recognized, her face well covered.

The man accompanying her was the male lead she had been working with recently in a popular historical drama series.

They walked together, not allowing the assistants to follow, and upon their arrival at the Carefree Restaurant,

Zhao Liying took off the mask from her face and said, "Chen."

Not to mention the locals of the urban village, even the stars of Tengying Group would hardly dare imagine that the Tengying Big Boss, the number one capitalist of the entertainment circle,

would be frying dishes here because of his daughter.

Chen Pingsheng took off the white towel from his shoulder, "Liying, what brings you here?"

"I’ve come, naturally, to report to you that I’m getting married."

"Really? When is it set?"

"Naturally, it waits until you’re available."

Chen Pingsheng invited her to sit inside. They were old acquaintances, mentors and friends for over five years.

It was normal for Zhao Liying to consider marriage at her age, but she made a special trip to let him know.

Without that moving experience, she might still be just a background performer even now.

"I’m not planning to go out these days. Let’s wait until An’an has stayed here for two full months before we talk about it!"

"Alright," Zhao Liying asked him, "Chen, is it tough teaching kids?"

"It’s not really tough."

Chen Pingsheng poured her a cup of tea, "Being a parent is just like this. The first half of your life you struggle, and the second half you live for your children. An’an is soon to graduate from elementary school, and if I don’t spend time with her now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany her properly as she grows up."

"You will understand once you become a mother."

Zhao Liying nodded in agreement.

She still remembered the longing in the little An’an’s eyes, waiting for her parents to come home when she was alone in the rental house.

When you become a parent, you have a responsibility to your children.

She arrived quickly and left even faster; there were many of her fans in the urban village.

No one knew that a queen of the drama circle had visited.

Even her own assistant couldn’t believe their eyes upon seeing the Carefree Restaurant.

After she left, Chen An’an came out of the bathroom.

She, as the elder sister, had to take responsibility for the little fart kid.

The little fart kid was fussy, initially unable to go because the bathroom was too small.

She even cried for several days, but eventually, under her sister’s continuous tutoring,

she relented.

It was mainly because she could not hold it in; if she dared to soil her pants with poop at the age of three, her sister would truly leave her outside the door and not let her in.

"Dad, Peiyao said Lady Liying came over?"

"Yeah, she came and went."

"Then why didn’t she come to see me?"

"I told her not to see you."

Alright, she was again being arranged by her Dad.

Chen An’an had a very good relationship with Zhao Liying, a bond formed in adversity from a young age, different from those she knew now.

"Dad, Qiang hasn’t set up his stall yet, could it be that he can’t make it out?"

"It shouldn’t be to that extent."

Chen Pingsheng said, "In youth, we think certain feelings are indispensable, but as we grow older and look back, they often become nothing but a shake of the head and a laugh. And people like Qiang, in their hearts, are actually incredibly selfish. His parents raised him, and do you see him spending any of his earnings on his parents after making money?

"All spent on women, and most to be pitied usually have a reason for their plight."

Chen An’an thought about it, and indeed, such behavior was too unjustifiable.

Chen Pingsheng would only help him get away from that woman, but wouldn’t help him find a suitable partner.

There was no need for it.

If Qiang had even a bit of consideration for his parents in his heart, he wouldn’t end up in such a mess.

Chen Pingsheng actually feared that Chen An’an, once grown up, would be blinded by love.

That’s why he had deliberately arranged Qiang’s story.

For men to pursue gold-diggers is not advisable, and likewise, it’s unwise for women to pursue love beneath their status.

Chen An’an was unaware of her Dad’s profound intentions behind these arrangements; she merely felt that Qiang’s plight was a bit too tragic.

In her eyes, Qiang was a diligent and ambitious man.

In Chen Pingsheng’s view, however, he was nothing but a selfish man who would forsake his parents the moment a woman entered his heart.

Such a person was not worthy of sympathy.

He vividly remembered when he had just gotten married, Mr. Chen and Mrs. Chen were still living in a dilapidated bungalow in the countryside.

It took him a full three years to build them a fashionable two-story building.

One must never forget their parents’ kindness.

His wife hadn’t opposed this either, which is why their early years in Capital City had always been very tight.

It’s good to be kind-hearted, but kindness should be applied to the essence of things.

Instead of being overwhelmed with kindness like Chen An’an is now, wanting to help upon seeing someone in distress.

Chen Pingsheng could only take her to experience it for herself.

Before long, the most famous "Three-Handed" kid in the urban village arrived.

He was called the most famous "Three-Handed" because he was only eleven years old.

So pitifully young.

This eleven-year-old "Three-Handed" kid also had a two or three-year-old child with him.

Ever since Chen An’an found out about his story, she would prepare some food for him to pick up at the door.

She’d let them take it away at noon and do the same in the evening.

This behavior of hers had continued for a month.

The eleven-year-old boy was a stray who had come here two years ago.

As for the three-year-old child, he was simply born because his parents had him at an age when they shouldn’t have.

A pair of parents, not yet twenty, had a child while they themselves hadn’t yet grown up because they lived together.

Then, unable to afford or unwilling to take responsibility for the child, they abandoned him here.

The parents split up immediately after the child was born.

The two young parents, who hadn’t properly grown up themselves, had given birth to such a pitifully helpless child.

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The passersby of life are so inexplicably fated.

Even Chen An’an couldn’t figure out how to help them, merely providing some food at noon.

The little boy never said ’thank you’; maybe the concept of gratitude was completely alien to him.

No one had taught him, and no one had told him to be thankful to those who helped him.

He had stolen quite a few things from around here, but the stall owners didn’t make much of a fuss about it.

A homeless child, a forsaken child whom nobody raised though he was born, what more could people say?

The urban village was just like that, home to all sorts of people.

All kinds of stories would intertwine here.

Just like Chen Pingsheng himself, he would only observe coldly and not interfere.

Unless his daughter came to him for help.

Even Jiang Peiyao, standing to the side, couldn’t quite grasp the educational significance of his actions—how could she?

Her own parents, who were simply straightforward farmers, might have understood a bit of reason, but their teachings turned into stick and carrot methods.

However, her brother-in-law was different; he possessed great wisdom, the kind of true wisdom.

Just as he once said, the scariest thought for many rich second-generation kids who take over their family businesses is, "I want to prove myself, I want to surpass my father."

"I don’t want to always live under my parents’ protection."

They then embark on a series of radical operations.

In the end, their businesses collapse.

The enterprises built by their parents over a lifetime fall into ruin at their hands.

What her brother-in-law wanted to teach An’an was probably never about surpassing her father.

It was about truly understanding corporate responsibility.

To guard this responsibility is the true basis for her eventual standing.

A parents’ love is deeply calculated indeed.

Her brother-in-law was truly more than a good husband; he was also a good father, a good son, and a good teacher to the children at home.

In every role he took on, he seemed so effortlessly capable and full of responsibility.

Sometimes, Jiang Peiyao would become frustrated, thinking that everything about her brother-in-law was good.

Except that after spending time with him, all other men seemed so average.

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Chen An’an, as usual, prepared two nice meals for the little boy.

She thought she was doing a good deed but failed to realize that human nature can’t withstand such a test.

In the afternoon.

The three-year-old boy fell ill and was hospitalized.

Guided by the homeless child, the "police" showed up at the door of Chen An’an, the culprit.