I can support you.

When Zhang Fang saw her husband like this, on the one hand she felt his happiness and excitement, but more of it was his flattery and fawning over senior figures, which made her feel distressed. This was also the first time she discovered the hardships and difficulties her husband faced as the head of the family.

With this in mind, Zhang Fang couldn't help but secretly resolve that she must be a good wife to her husband in the future. Even if she couldn't provide much help in his business, she must ensure that he would not have any worries.

After the marriage between Zhao Mingyang and Liu Zhiyi was confirmed, the relationship between the two sides became much closer.

Chen Mengjun and Zhang Fang, in particular, discovered many common interests. Before leaving, they even agreed to have a beauty treatment together.

On the way back in the car, Zhao Mingyang asked Chen Mengjun in a rather nervous tone:

"Mom, do you think Aunt Zhang is a snob? After all, she used to look down on our family."

Chen Mengjun smiled and said:

"Silly child, when you look at someone, you can't just focus on the past."

Chen Mengjun reached out and patted Zhao Mingyang's hand on his knee, his fingertips soft from having just drunk tea.

"She looked down on us before because she thought our family was poor and she was afraid her daughter would be wronged if she married into the family. Don't mothers always hope that their children can stand on a more stable footing?

Just now she pulled me aside to talk, saying that Yiyi's father has been suffering from insomnia recently due to company matters, and she has to get up three times at night to heat milk. She also said that you like the braised pork she makes, and specifically asked me if your taste has changed.

She chuckled softly, her voice as soft as melted sugar.

"Would a snob remember this? He treats you like his own junior."

Zhao Mingyang pursed his lips and said nothing, his fingers unconsciously picking at the seams of the seat.

Chen Mengjun glanced at him and said:

"Besides, it's true that our family background isn't as good as theirs! As long as Yi Yi has good character, everything else won't be a problem.

After all, we are marrying our wife, not her parents.

Yi Yi is their only child. Since they have agreed to your marriage, they will naturally not treat you unfairly in the future. A son-in-law is like half a son."

She paused, turned to look at Xue Pianpian, her eyes soft,

"Pianpian, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, Yangyang's marriage would definitely not be so smooth."

Xue Pianpian waved her hands quickly.

"Godmother, why are you being so polite to me? I am your daughter. Please don't say such polite words again in the future, otherwise I will be angry.

Actually, I think Aunt Zhang is a pretty good person. Although she likes to show off a bit, she is very straightforward and has no bad intentions. She is an easy person to get along with.

As for this reality, it is also easy to understand. It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm. As long as it does not harm others, selfishness can be forgiven.

"Godmother, I just observed that Mr. Liu and Aunt Zhang have a very good relationship and get along very harmoniously. This shows that they are a loving family, so Yiyi must be right."

Zhao Wenqi also expressed his approval.

"Pianpian is right! I feel the same way."

Zhao Mingyang's heart finally settled down.

His feelings for Liu Zhiyi are unquestionable, but he also hopes that their marriage will be recognized and blessed by the elders of both sides.

He had never dared to express his attitude firmly and decisively before, because he was really afraid that family background issues would cause conflicts and estrangements between the parents of both sides. Although he could swallow his anger for Yi Yi, he did not want his parents to suffer any grievances.

Now, all these problems have been solved.

He is still young. As long as he is willing to work hard and has the strong support of Xue Pianpian, his career will definitely get better and better.

Xue Pianpian and her group stayed in Kyoto for another day and returned to their home in City Z at noon on August 8th.

I had a good sleep at home in the afternoon, and drove to a restaurant in the western suburbs of Z City at 6:30.

Tonight she is going to meet with several of her students who are working hard in City Z.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the hotel, I saw four figures standing under the street light, standing on tiptoe and looking at the intersection.

The first one was Lin Xiaoman, who had just graduated from the Chinese Opera Academy last year. She was wearing a washed-out training jacket and clutched a wrinkled script. When she saw Xue Pianpian get off the car, she blushed and waved her hands violently:

"Ms. Xue! We're here!"

Three boys nearby also came forward. One was Zhou Hang, who was passing through Z City on his way home from Xinjiang to visit relatives. He was a soldier guarding the border; another was Zhao Lei, who was in the building materials business in Z City; and the other was Miao Depu, who worked in the laboratory department of a hospital in Z City.

Xue Pianpian walked forward with a smile and said loudly:

"You guys came so early, you must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

"We're here since four o'clock!"

Lin Xiaoman spoke quickly and added,

"I'm not rushing you, it's just that I haven't seen you in a long time. I'm so excited and can't wait."

Although the boys didn't say it out loud, they couldn't hide the excitement and joy in their eyes.

After entering the box, Zhou Hang quickly pulled out a chair for Xue Pianpian and poured her some tea.

Xue Pianpian looked at his face, which was handsome despite its dark complexion, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Zhou Hang, it's only been a few years since we last met. You've gotten stronger and stronger."

Zhou Hang felt a little embarrassed by what he said. He scratched his head and a blush appeared on his dark face.

"Teacher, you have a very sharp eye. We practice every day in the team, and sometimes I even compare it with my comrades. I can handle it better than before."

Zhao Lei, who was handing Lin Xiaoman a tissue to wipe his sweat, said:

"That's right. The last time Zhou Hang video-called me, he dreamed of a training camp in the wild and nearly fell off the bed."

He now wore a crisp shirt with delicate cufflinks on his cuffs. He no longer looked like the lazy man who used to ask Xue Pianpian for leave with a playful smile just because he would fall asleep when reading.

"My building materials business is always busy, but no matter how busy I am, I always miss the good old days when I played table tennis with Teacher Xue while Xiaoman and Zhao Lei cheered beside me."

Lin Xiaoman spread the crumpled script on the table, his eyes sparkling:

"Teacher, please look at my script! Brother Miao and I revised it together, weaving the story of a modern hospital into a bangzi opera. Brother Miao works in the laboratory and has told me many real cases. Look at this scene where the nurse rescues the patient. I tried singing it several times, but I always felt it lacked some strength."

Miao Depu, who had been silent the whole time, pushed his glasses and smiled gently:

"Xiao Man always said that the human relationships in a play need to be connected to real events to be moving. Last time, an elderly man in the hospital wanted to listen to 'Mulan' before he died. I found the recording of the master that you played for us and played it for him. The man held my hand and said, 'This tune is right.' At that moment, I understood what you said, 'The play is more important than life.'"

Xue Pianpian picked up the teacup, and the hot steam blurred her eyes.

She looked at the children in front of her - one was guarding the border, one was busy with business, one was treating patients in the hospital, and one was holding a script with light in his eyes.

Each one is so energetic and vibrant, which really makes people sigh that life is so beautiful!

"Waiter, take your order."

Zhao Lei shouted to the outside of the door, and the waiter came in. He handed the menu to Xue Pianpian with both hands and said respectfully:

"Teacher, take a look at what you like to eat. Just order whatever you want. It's my treat today."

Xue Pianpian smiled brightly and said jokingly:

"Our Boss Zhao is also very wealthy, so I won't be polite. I must order some solid dishes."

Zhou Hang also smiled and said:

"Teacher, please feel free to order. Zhao Lei is a big boss now, and this amount of money is just a drop in the bucket for him."

Zhao Lei glared at Zhou Hang in feigned anger.

"Don't tear me down. This is hard-earned money."

Everyone was amused. Xue Pianpian took the menu, looked at it carefully, ordered a few dishes that everyone liked, and also ordered a braised pork.

"This is Zhao Lei's favorite. His taste shouldn't have changed over the years."

Zhao Lei's eyes were slightly red.

"Teacher, you still remember it. I have been thinking about this taste for so many years."

The dishes were served one by one and everyone ate and chatted.

Lin Xiaoman excitedly talked about the subsequent ideas for his script, Zhou Hang shared interesting stories about the frontier, Zhao Lei talked about the ups and downs in business, and Miao Depu told some heartwarming stories in the hospital.

Xue Pianpian listened quietly, with a gratified smile on her face all the time. At this moment, it seemed as if time had become particularly gentle. Everyone's hearts were closely pressed together, enjoying this rare time together.