Yin Yong laughed out loud, “Don’t be afraid; my family is rich enough, so I’m not afraid of you eating it.”
Yin Hui sat next to the old man, looked at him carefully, and was satisfied, “You seem to be fatter than the last time we met.”
Yin Yong responded, “It’s not just fat. The third master has made meritorious service in the battlefield, and you gave birth safely. I am happy for you. I ate and slept well, and my health got better.”
In particular, the third master was finally willing to recognize the Yin family. In fact, that marriage was entirely King Yan’s idea. Yin Yong never thought of marrying his granddaughter to a high-ranking man. This time they also sent him an invitation, indicating that the third master truly regarded Ah Hui as his wife and recognized her. Yin Yong was happy for his little granddaughter, feeling refreshed and several years younger.
“Ah Hui, I came here this time to say goodbye to you, other than celebrating Qi Lang’s full moon. In February, I am going to Jiangnan again…” The old man spoke calmly, but Yin Hui’s heart was in turmoil, and her face turned pale.
Yin Yong was taken aback, stopped talking, and supported her, saying, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”
Yin Hui held the old man’s hand tightly, saying, “Grandfather, don’t go, can you? Do you still remember what I said? I had a nightmare. In the dream, you were going to Jiangnan this year, and you were pushed out by your elder brother to block Uncle Liao’s sword!”
Although many things had changed, and it was impossible for Liao Shisan to go after Yin Wen again, her grandfather died on the trip to the south of the Yangtze River in her previous life. Yin Hui instinctively resisted her grandfather going again, and even wanted him to stay in Pingcheng, safe and sound.
Yin Yong understood, patted his granddaughter’s hand, and said, “Even if the dream is real, you have already helped me break through this calamity, and there will be no more accidents. Moreover, I have already decided that this last trip is my birthday gift. When I come back, I will hold a lively birthday banquet. From then on, I’ll focus on cultivating your elder brother and younger brother, and I won’t go anywhere.”
With his family background, what kind of birthday gift would his children and grandchildren give him? He didn’t care about it; he just wanted to take a trip to the south of Yangtze River while he still had the strength to see the scenery he had seen when he was young.
“Ah Hui, if you don’t let me go, I will have regrets if I stay in Pingcheng.”
After hearing that, Yin Hui could no longer say anything against it. After a long silence, she asked in a low voice, “Are you going by yourself? Or is big brother going?”
Yin Yong said with a smile, “I won’t take him. I’ll take your second brother this time. This is his first time traveling far away, and it is also the last time for me.”
Yin Hui looked at Yin Lang in the yard.
As if aware of her gaze, Yin Lang turned his head and smiled at his sister.
At that time, Yin Lang already looked like a young master of the family, and it was his good fortune to be able to follow his grandfather to the south of the Yangtze River.
Ji Xianxian and Wei Yan’s family, the closest among the guests, were the first to arrive at Chengxin Hall. Entertaining male guests was Wei Luo’s responsibility, and Yin Hui led Ji Xianxian and the children to the backyard.
In the yard, the children gleefully chased each other, while the sister-in-laws sat together engaged in conversation. Ji Xianxian, looking at Yin Hui, remarked with curiosity, “Mr. Yin is almost sixty, right? He looks remarkably strong.”
Typically, older individuals tend to have hunched postures, but Yin Yong stood slender and tall, comparable to young people, showing no signs of aging. If not for the gray hair, one wouldn’t guess he was an old man from behind.
Yin Hui, beaming with pride, replied with a smile, “He’s only sixty. My old man learned Kung Fu when he was young and has persisted in it all these years, which explains his toughness.”
Yin Yong was rich, handsome, and committed, setting him apart from other wealthy businessmen known for having many concubines.
Ji Xianxian gazed at Yin Hui for a moment and smiled, “You really resemble the old man. The Yin family truly deserves its status as the richest in Yandi. You’re not only prosperous but also talented and attractive, as is your adopted brother. He looks like a handsome and talented individual.”
Her words weren’t flattery; Ji Xianxian spoke the truth, acknowledging Qi Lang’s day with a positive remark. As more juniors arrived, the female guests gathered in the backyard, and the male guests assembled in the front house.
Regardless of their backgrounds—be they scholars, farmers, businessmen, or merchants—most people, driven by a shared interest in wealth, treated the rich with a degree of politeness, if not outright flattery. Yin Yong, being the richest man in Yandi, held a unique position among the wealthy businessmen.
Yin Yong wasn’t just an ordinary wealthy man; he held the title of the richest man in Yandi, a renowned figure in his dynasty who had traversed the world and faced numerous challenges.
Wei Yang took pride in his own status but treated the old man with superficial respect. Wei Yan, following his brother’s lead, didn’t truly regard Yin Yong seriously; his interest was primarily in the wealth of the Yin family.