Gentle autumn waters, soft spring mountains

Baili Garden.

As Ren Yan entered the house, a tall and beautiful woman came to greet him and took the coat he had removed.

"Miao Miao is back and waiting for you," she said.

Ren Yan, who had just finished socializing, was a bit surprised, then nodded to his wife who was nearly ten years his junior.

This was a duplex.

It had two floors.

The woman, who looked to be in her thirties, took the clothes upstairs.

Ren Yan walked into the living room.

"Dad, have you been drinking again?"

"Heh, it was just a bit of champagne. Why did you come back so suddenly? Did you need something from Dad?"

Ren Yan sat down next to his daughter, warm and kind.

He only had this one daughter, and after remarrying, it wasn't that he had no intention of having another child, it's just that his second wife had not yet shown any signs of pregnancy.

He was not in a hurry.

After all, such matters must take their course naturally and cannot be forced.

That's right.