The Greatest Weight Was Sincerity and Responsibility

The air in the courtyard seemed to be stirred and warmed by Lin Hao's frank declaration and the story of the Golden Iron Triangle he had just revealed. The suffocating tension and awkwardness from before popped like a punctured balloon and mostly vanished, replaced by an atmosphere that was more complicated, yet also far more vivid and alive.

Ye Wan'er took Fang Yao and Jiang Weiwei by the hands, looking from one to the other. The more she looked, the more she liked them. The boldness and resolve in Fang Yao's features faintly recalled Fang Wei back in the day, charging into battle. But she also had more of a woman's clear beauty and composure.

Jiang Weiwei's gentle, quiet nature and smiling eyes made Ye Wan'er feel as if she were looking at Jiang Tianhai in his youth—the man who always wore a warm smile, yet could unleash astonishing energy at critical moments. The bloodlines of old friends had carried on, and the girls had formed such a deep bond with her own son. The shock and unease Ye Wan'er had felt over her son's love life quickly gave way to the joy of kin growing closer and a sense of destiny.

"Good. This is wonderful..." The tears in Ye Wan'er's eyes had not yet dried, but her face was already bright with smiles. She gently patted the backs of the girls' hands. "I never imagined... Fang and Jiang's daughters have both grown into such lovely young women, and they've even become so close to Hao'er..." She paused and glanced at her son, who was looking a little helpless after his father had secretly given him a thumbs-up, then at Su Xiaorui, who had her head lowered, moved by the warm scene despite her father's unusual circumstances. She sighed softly,