Only now did they finally realize that their son had indeed made quite a bit of money.
Beside him, Father Ye remained silent for a long while before heavily patting Ethan Vale on the shoulder. "You've grown up!"
The shoulders of the son beside him had suddenly become broad enough to stand in front and shield him from the wind and rain ahead.
When he was young, he too had dreamed that one day he might achieve success, but ruthless reality had still knocked him to the ground. Life was like a small boat tossed about in wind and rain, swaying unsteadily upon the sea, yet still pressing firmly toward the harbor called home.
When he was young, he had also heard that a man's life had three stages:
The first stage was shamelessly making money.
The second stage was using the money earned to buy face.
The third stage was being able to make money through face alone.
Only after he had grown up, matured, and started a family did he understand that there were no three stages. His life had only one stage—the first stage.
He felt that another version was much more fitting for ordinary people like him.
That was accepting one's parents' ordinariness, accepting one's own ordinariness, and then accepting one's children's ordinariness.
Now, he had already accepted that his son might live like an ordinary person: earn a little money, marry a girl he liked, and live a quiet life.
When the joy of seeing one's son achieve greatness fell upon him, it only felt somewhat unreal.
The delight hidden deep in his heart was like bubbles trapped beneath the sea, wildly and rapidly rising up with a gurgle.
Father Ye quickly walked two steps ahead and unconsciously rubbed his eyes.
Mother Ye was briefly