This party was like a rebirth. On the next night, Feng Biaoting closed his eyes peacefully.

Before leaving, Feng Biaoting did not leave any regrets. His funeral was also extremely mourning and was jointly organized by Jing Jian and the Feng family. Basically, representatives from all major families in Hong Kong and Macao sent representatives to attend the funeral. After the spirits were stopped, Feng Biaoting's coffin was finally buried in the family cemetery in Macau.

During the funeral, Jing Jian also began to integrate the two industries. It was easier to reorganize assets. Because Feng Biaoting's will, it was basically handled according to the will (the contents discussed with Jing Jian).

What was a little troublesome were those relatives and friends who relied on the Feng family for dinner, as well as those old subordinates. Jing Jian was not stingy about this, and almost gave out equity worth 200 million Hong Kong dollars and distributed it to these people. And those who should be promoted and those who should be retained, those who are really lacking in ability tried to properly arrange their children, and also established a foundation for elderly care. Many elderly care positions were set up, which basically received good comfort. Moreover, those people were basically satisfied with such resettlement, which also made the Feng family completely relieved.

However, in order to complete these aftermath affairs, Jing Jian had to stay in Hong Kong for more than three months, and finally handled everything. When he finally left, Jing Jian finally had free time to handle some of his own private affairs.

...

Looking at the street outside the floor-to-ceiling window, there were still traffic and crowds. Jing Jian’s memory couldn’t help but go back to seven or eight years ago, at that time, it was the same hotel and the same location. The only difference was that today Jing Jian reserved a restaurant, and only Jing Jian and Jing Baisheng’s family were left in the hotel.

It seems that I vaguely remember that I turned against Jing Baisheng at that time. When I was out of control of my emotions, I met Feng Qianling, and the two of them had the joy of life and their eldest son Honghong...

Thinking about it now, some things seem to become unimportant, and some even become ridiculous. After experiencing so many things and past and present lives, my jealousy towards Jing Baisheng seems to have gradually faded away.

"How is your wife?" Jing Baisheng asked with a faint smile. He was asking about Zhao Xia.

"She teaches in Huaqing and has a son." As she spoke, Jing Jian took out a family photo from her wallet in her pocket and pointed it out to Jing Baisheng to get to know his children.

Jing Baisheng frowned slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Jing Jian's chaotic emotional life. But he quickly shook his head calmly, not wanting to pay attention to the messy things around Jing Jian: "I have seen Honghong, and he often comes to see me. In addition to his mother Lingling, there seems to be a Miss Guo accompanying him?"

Jing Jian was a little stunned. He didn't expect Guo Wenzhen to be so kind, and he felt a little guilty about such good intentions. After thinking about it, Jing Jian smiled: "I have done a lot of ridiculous things before, but I have to pay back the debts I owe. Don't worry, I will make arrangements and I won't have the energy to do it in the future."

This is the promise made by Jing Jian and his true thoughts. If you live a life of rebirth, try not to let anyone down! But you will also be content in the future, and in terms of emotions, it will basically end here.

Jing Baisheng nodded, agreeing with Jing Jian's statement.

...

"Brother, can you eat the cake?" The one who spoke was Jing Baisheng and Su Ronglan's youngest daughter, Jing Sisi, who was also Jing Jian's younger sister. She couldn't understand the hometown dialect of Jing Jian and Jing Baisheng, so she had been covering her head and eating everything she liked. She ate all the cream she liked, leaving Jing Jian with the cake embryo below.

Jing Jianle was happy, maybe he was tired of those naughty kids. He especially liked the little girl: "Thank you. What else do you want? Brother buy it for you."

"I can't eat it anymore." Jing Sisi sighed helplessly, raised her head as a tiny ghost, and her cute big eyes looked at Jing Jian, "Brother, am I an aunt?"

"Haha, yes. They are about the same age as you, but they are not as good as you." Jing Jian smiled and touched his head to kill him.

“When will we play together?”

"Let's celebrate the New Year? Let's go to the capital for the New Year?" Jing Jian looked at Jing Baisheng and Su Ronglan with inquiring eyes.

Jing Baisheng nodded: "That's a decision. We will celebrate the New Year in Beijing this year."

After chatting about homework, she chatted about other things. Su Ronglan was very enthusiastic, and she was also very curious, and asked about some of the past events of the father and son.

Jing Jianwei Su Ronglan introduced: "Aunt Lan, you can go to see your hometown, but there is no one in that place. After we all came out, according to the policy, there is no homestead land, so it is not very convenient to build a house in the village of our hometown. If you and your younger brothers and sisters want to go and see it, I will reward a house in the city, but it needs to be decorated. It is too late for the Chinese New Year this year, so wait for next year, right?"

Su Ronglan smiled and said, "The conditions are almost nothing. We just want to give sacrifices to you."

Jing Jian shook his head with a smile: "The ancestral tomb is flat. There is no scenery in my hometown. However, the father and son are still a bit thin, so they will definitely make their younger brothers and sisters have fun."

Jing Baisheng suddenly frowned and asked, "Xiao Jian, is the old house really gone?" There was a hint of regret in his tone.

"It was handed over to the village at that time. I don't know what Uncle Xiangdong did. But he once discussed it with me. He wanted to keep it and become our Jing family's former residence?"

A chuckle sounded in the restaurant. Su Ronglan covered her mouth and smiled, "That's what you, A Jian, have made a fortune!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jing Jian also smiled: "Dad was very promising at that time. It was just that luck made people have bad luck. After going back together, Dad can donate some money and invest some money. No one has ever cared about the past. In fact, in my hometown, Dad did a lot of good things and his reputation is louder than me, especially among the people, his prestige is much higher than mine."

"Is this true?" Su Ronglan felt very happy when she heard the praises of her husband in her hometown. Even the two younger brothers and sisters pricked up their ears and were quite interested in the past of her father.

"Not that exaggerated." Jing Baisheng said modestly with a smile.

"Aunt Lan, this is true. In fact, it is true that my father has done a lot of things to benefit his hometown." Jing Jian began to tell slowly with a smile...

In contrast to the noise outside the restaurant, the restaurant is filled with a strong warmth.

During the chat just now, the father and son completely let go of their knots. Life is so beautiful, why bother with the past?

Maybe this is happiness!
Chapter completed!