The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Zhou Yanhuan followed closely behind his personal maid with light steps as they walked up to the fourth floor. The room before him was completely unfamiliar, as if it were a mysterious realm he had never set foot in before.

Here, we must mention Hollis Manor, which is like a magnificent castle and covers an enormous area.

Similar to Brilliant Gardens, Hollis also consists of numerous exquisite villas, but on a slightly smaller scale, while exuding a strong historical atmosphere.

The marks of time have been left on the walls, eaves, and every corner of the courtyard, making people sigh at the passage of time.

When Zhou Yanhuan was not around, Vanessa usually lived alone in the villa.

Her eldest son and daughter-in-law chose to live in another villa, while her other children and younger relatives either lived in other villas within the estate or did not reside there often.

Therefore, on ordinary days, only Mrs. Vanessa lives in the old lady's villa, along with a group of loyal servants who quietly attend to her.

Together they protect this peaceful and ancient homeland, witnessing the changes of time.

At this moment, the maid was leading him slowly toward that forbidden area that even Vanessa herself usually avoided.

Admittedly, even though Zhou Yanhuan was greatly favored, she still had not been granted permission to enter this room. Or rather, it could be said that no one, regardless of who they were, was qualified to step into this room.

This room became a forbidden zone for all the servants in the entire manor, a sanctuary they could never touch. From beginning to end, no one had ever been able to peek inside.

However, on this very day, the old lady, Zhou Yanhuan was led to the door of this room by the orders of her trusted maid.

Zhou Yanhuan stared nervously at the enormous iron gate before her, filled with suspicion, completely unaware of why her great-grandmother had specifically summoned her to this room, which no one else had ever set foot in, on the eve of her passing.

After leading Zhou Yanhuan to her destination, the maid nodded slightly to her, then turned and left without hesitation, her steps unusually hurried.

Zhou Yanhuan hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended her right hand and gently placed it on the doorknob of the cold iron door. However, she did not immediately take any further action, but instead remained indecisive for a long time.

After some internal struggle and thought, Zhou Yanhuan finally made up her mind, pulled her hand down sharply, and pushed open the slightly heavy iron door in front of her.

With a soft creak, she carefully stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind her. Then she began to carefully examine the furnishings and layout of the room.

As Zhou Yanhuan's gaze swept across the room, he was deeply stunned by what he saw—all sorts of paintings were displayed everywhere, but the most eye-catching were those covering the walls and easels. These paintings all depicted the same person: some were dashing and refined in their youth; others were mature and charismatic in their middle age; and still others showed a weathered yet dignified figure in their twilight years…

What surprised Zhou Yanhuan even more was that she actually recognized the man who appeared in so many paintings!

Zhou Yanhuan was no stranger to this man. Although she had never seen a photo of him when he was young, nor had she ever seen what he looked like in his youth, she had met him once eighteen years ago. Therefore, she was convinced that the men depicted in these paintings were all the same person.

Zhou Yanhuan slowly paced around the room, her gaze constantly scanning the paintings hanging on the walls. With each passing moment, she grew increasingly astonished. Every brushstroke, every hue of color in each painting was incredibly familiar to her—it was unmistakably her great-grandmother's unique style!

Every stroke and line seemed to contain endless emotions, allowing Zhou Yanhuan to truly feel the deep and ardent affection and love that her kind and elegant great-grandmother had for this man.

Finally, after carefully examining all the paintings, Zhou Yanhuan began to search for her great-grandmother.

She moved through the room filled with various paintings, not missing any corner where someone might be hiding. Finally, in a secluded corner, she found her great-grandmother sitting quietly on a small sofa.

Zhou Yanhuan's gaze was drawn to the exquisite photo frame in her great-grandmother's hand. She saw her gently stroking the edge of the frame, as if it held endless precious memories.

At that moment, Zhou Yanhuan gazed into her great-grandmother's eyes and discovered an emotion she had never seen before—a tenderness, a deep longing, and an indescribable sadness. This was a completely new image of her great-grandmother, utterly different from the kind and strong elder she usually knew.

Filled with curiosity, Zhou Yanhuan cautiously approached his great-grandmother. When he reached her, he chose to remain silent, not wanting to disturb the tranquility. He quietly moved to the empty little sofa beside her and sat down.

Zhou Yanhuan, sitting on the sofa, remained silent, simply keeping her great-grandmother company as if guarding a fragile pearl. Time passed slowly, and the entire room fell into tranquility, with only the occasional ticking of the clock on the wall.

I don't know exactly how much time has passed; maybe a few minutes, or maybe several hours...

Finally, Vanessa snapped out of her reverie, turned her head, and looked at Zhou Yanhuan. At that moment, their eyes met, as if bridging the chasm of time, and the hearts of the grandmother and granddaughter were instantly connected.

Grandma Vanessa gently placed the photo frame aside, then looked up, her loving gaze falling on Zhou Yanhuan. She asked softly, "Oh dear, child, you've been here for a while now, haven't you? Your great-grandmother was lost in her own thoughts and didn't even notice you. Why didn't you call out to me?"

Zhou Yanhuan smiled slightly, revealing a sweet smile, and replied softly, "Great-Grandma, it's alright. I'm so happy to be sitting here quietly with you like this! But, Great-Grandma, what were you thinking about just now? You seemed so engrossed in your thoughts."

Upon hearing Zhou Yanhuan's question, Grandma Vanessa paused slightly, her eyes instantly dimming with sadness, yet also revealing a deep sense of nostalgia. She remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Ah... I was just thinking about my university days. Those are incredibly precious memories, beautiful memories I'll cherish for a lifetime..."

"Oh, so Great-Grandma was thinking about her younger days," Zhou Yanhuan said softly, blinking her bright, lively eyes. Her clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, seemed to dispel all gloom and worries.

Sitting to the side, the elderly Vanessa replied somewhat irritably, "You silly girl, why don't you ask me about the paintings in this room? Aren't you curious at all?" Her words seemed to carry a hint of reproach.

However, Zhou Yanhuan remained remarkably calm and composed. A faint smile played on her lips as she slowly said, "I'm not curious. After all, everyone has their own past and secrets. Besides, I have many little secrets of my own. It doesn't feel good to always pry into other people's privacy." After saying this, a firm and confident light shone in her clear, watery eyes.

Upon hearing this, Grandma Vanessa sighed softly and murmured to herself, "This little girl is sometimes too well-behaved and obedient, she doesn't even have a bit of a gossip in her mind." However, despite saying this, her eyes revealed her affection and admiration for Zhou Yanhuan.

Just then, Vanessa suddenly produced a delicate little sandalwood box from somewhere and gently placed it in Zhou Yanhuan's hands. Zhou Yanhuan looked at the box in her hand, filled with doubt. She looked at Vanessa with confusion, trying to find the answer in her eyes.