Xiao Zhiming forcefully pinned her against the wall. "Meimei, I miss you so much."
"No..." Han Xinmei resisted with all her strength. "The kids will be back soon!"
"They're all adults now; they'll understand us. I don't think they'll mind!" Xiao Zhiming said bitterly.
......
"Grandma, Grandpa..." Junjun jumped out of the Bentley and dashed toward the house.
Dressed to the nines, Shen Hanqian clung to Xiao Qingcang's arm as they walked into the Xiao Family mansion—a place she was entering for the first time.
The house had a bit of history, but its expansive size and luxurious décor exuded a sense of grandeur.
It was clear their wealth had been accumulated over generations, not simply gained overnight.
Upon entering, she was greeted by modern, lavish furnishings: leather sofas, solid wood cabinets, paintings by renowned artists—every corner radiated the unmistakable scent of money.
