If you don't agree, do it! Roll up your sleeves, empty your property and go back to the country

Bai Nuo looked at the person slowly walking down from the plane, and his eyes instantly turned red.

After leaving home at the age of fourteen, she never had the chance to see her grandmother again. When she first arrived in Shanghai, she was also very nervous, afraid that she would never see her grandmother again and that she would never be able to return home.

After nearly five years, I finally saw my grandma again.

Although this grandmother was domineering and strict with many rules, she gave all her tenderness and pampering to her.

"grandmother!"

The little girl's eyes were red, and tears were sliding down her cheeks uncontrollably like beads with broken strings, but the smile on her face was brighter and more brilliant than the summer sun.

Her brand new military uniform was straight and neat, and the epaulettes glowed softly in the setting sun, transforming her former childishness into toughness and strength.

"grandmother!"

She lowered her voice, choked with sobs, but took firm and powerful steps, almost rushing to her grandmother.

However, this time, Bai Nuo did not jump directly into his grandmother's arms like he did when he was a child. Instead, he subconsciously straightened his back, wanted to give a standard military salute, and then hugged the person in front of him tightly with his arms.

She buried her face deeply in her grandmother's shoulder and rubbed it hard, as if she was hugging her whole world.

Wei Xianhong, the current head of the Wei family, was a renowned prodigy in Shangjing City in her youth. With a bright and beautiful face, she captivated countless young talents. However, upon truly getting to know her, all they remembered was her strong tactics, ruthless tactics, insane intelligence, and impressive family background.

In the face of these, appearance becomes the least worth mentioning.

Even though time has passed and she is over sixty years old, time seems to be particularly kind to such an intelligent beauty, and she looks like she is only about forty years old.

She was wearing a light golden slim-fitting top, her long black hair was neatly tied up, and she wore a fine antique jade hairpin in her hair. It was extremely simple and elegant, yet it looked more luxurious than any jewels.

Simply standing there quietly, without a word, a silent majesty naturally flowed from his body. It wasn't a deliberately constructed sense of oppression, but a presence as gentle and unshakable as ancient jade.

Time seemed to have settled on her, transforming into a calmness and clarity deep in her eyes, which could reflect the turmoil of the world but could not cause a single ripple.

Wei Xianhong, the Wei family's mainstay, holds the helm steadily amidst the wind and waves. She is also the fertile soil that nourishes everything, silently maintaining the vast root system and order.

In front of her, people will unconsciously calm their minds and feel respect, because what they feel is not just a person, but a living history, a style and weight that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Throughout the upper class of Beijing, no one was immune to the fear of this patriarch. Even the most dissolute and unruly sons of the family would involuntarily suppress their arrogance and unbridled behavior in her presence, not daring to act with the slightest impudence.

Except for one person.

Wei Xianhong's lips curved into a loving arc, and she raised her hand to gently stroke the little head resting on her shoulder. Her voice was soft, filled with unwavering doting:

"Be good and let grandma take a good look at you."

She held her granddaughter's shoulders firmly with both hands and pulled her slightly away from her embrace. Looking down, she saw a neatly trimmed military uniform and a face that resembled her daughter's in her memory, yet more delicate.

At this moment, the head of the Wei family, who had never known what vulnerability was, couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

"My Niuniu has grown up... and is wearing this military uniform, just like your mother did back then." Her voice was slightly choked, but every word was clear. "That's great! Niuniu has become the pride of grandma and your mother, and also the pride of our Wei family."

She gently held her granddaughter's hand, her fingertips warm and strong.

"Are you tired? Don't worry, grandma is back."

There were no fancy words, no deliberate sensationalism, but these few simple words fully expressed the love and pride buried deep in Wei Xianhong's heart.

That is the most solid support that elders who have experienced many hardships can give you. It is silent, but weighs a thousand pounds.

"Not tired!" The girl smiled brightly, her eyebrows curved, and she shook her head gently. She snuggled into her grandmother's arms again, took a deep breath, and her nose was filled with familiar scent and warmth.

"Grandma, Niuniu isn't tired at all, she just misses you. As long as you come back, everything will be fine!"

"Oh, I just miss grandma!" Bai Zhicheng finally found an opportunity to come over, walked to his wife, and looked at his precious granddaughter who was lying in his wife's arms with a smile.

There are a few wrinkles on his elegant and handsome face, but one can still vaguely see his extraordinary handsomeness in his youth.

Bai Zhicheng, the highest-ranking scientific research academician at the Institute of Weaponry of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, is a well-deserved national treasure.

The Bai family has produced many talented people since ancient times, and Bai Zhicheng was the grandson that the old man of the Bai family valued most during his lifetime. He was once praised by the old man as an outstanding descendant of the Bai family that was rare in a hundred years.

His elegance and gentleness are not the slenderness of a weak scholar, but the insight and tolerance that comes from having experienced the world. The shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes do not contain the vicissitudes of life, but wisdom and composure.

When he looked up, his gaze was calm and clear, as if he could see into people's hearts at a glance, but without any oppression, leaving only a deep understanding and clarity.

Bai Zhicheng is like a piece of ancient jade, gentle on the outside and tough on the inside. He never speaks harshly, but his profound background and personal charm naturally captivate people.

It is a long-lasting and powerful force based on culture and cultivation.

But at this moment, Bai Zhicheng looked at his granddaughter with a smile, and there was a hint of grievance in his eyes for being ignored by the little baby.

Now he is no longer the calm, steady and calculating Professor Bai in the research institute, but just an ordinary old man who is overjoyed to see his granddaughter.

"Grandpa, Niuniu misses you so much!"

Bai Nuo gently stepped away from his grandmother's arms, turned around, jumped on the spot, and threw himself directly into his grandfather's arms.

Grandpa's arms are still strong and powerful, and he can still catch her when she flies towards him, just like when she was a child.

At this moment, she was no longer the invincible vice-captain of an independent team, nor was she the terrifying and crazy "Blood Vine" in the eyes of the enemy.

She was just the cute and lively granddaughter in the arms of her grandparents, the little girl who wholeheartedly relied on her elders.

Bai Zhicheng easily picked up the girl in his arms, just like when they were little, letting her sit steadily on his arm, with his other hand protecting her. A bright and gentle smile hung on his face, and he even deliberately weighed her. His gentle voice was filled with a bit of teasing for the "child":

"Hey, whose child is this? How come he didn't gain much weight after being let out for a run? He's still the same size."

“Grandpa!!!”

"Hahahaha, oh—it turns out to be the little bean bun from Bai Zhicheng's family!"