By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
The small villa was inhabited, and several luxury cars parked at the house.
With such wealth, honoring the elderly was only right and proper.
Definitely necessary.
If she wasn't filial, she really would have cursed someone out.
Grandpa and Grandma at their age didn't have bank books; they could only spend cash and would only use cash.
With this money, next year would definitely be less strained, and they could handle any difficulties that might arise.
"By the way, Grandpa's birthday is coming up in a few days. Grandpa always loved listening to traditional opera, right? I think we should invite Zhang Chuntao over. Let's set up a stage in the village and have him perform for three days and nights. We can also arrange twelve tables at the banquet. Anyone in the village who wants to come can come. Let's give Grandpa a lively seventy-second birthday celebration this year."
"That's going to be expensive. Should we charge admission?"