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"You two, father and daughter, just get together, and then you have to video call me to provoke this lonely man. Are you doing this on purpose?"

When will Wuyou be able to come back?

Lan Mingyue looked mainly at Jin Wuyou, her face full of concern.

"I don't know. I'll have to wait until I'm fully recovered. I also want to spend more time with my dad. Mom, you need to take good care of yourself at home too."

Jin Wuyou immediately replied, also expressing his regret that he didn't know when his family would be able to truly reunite.

“How could our Princess Mingyue be all alone? Doesn’t she still have her grandfather at home? And her uncle and aunt are also on the Imperial Capital Star.”

"As long as you're willing to look, there are definitely plenty of people willing to accompany you," Jin Yiling said while grilling barbecue.

But Lan Mingyue also felt angry when she thought of this son.

"Who's speaking? Who is this? I don't remember anyone like that."

Lan Mingyue rolled her eyes at him and pretended not to know him.

"Everyone has said I look like my mother since I was little. If you look closely at my face, you might remember that you have a son someday." Jin Yiling knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to say anything, so he could only try his best to flatter her.

“Do I have a son? I don’t remember. I’ve gone through my contacts for five years and there’s no communication record with my son! There’s only a stranger, and I’ve never been able to get through to him when I call him!” Lan Mingyue said through gritted teeth.

Faced with Lan Mingyue's resentment, Jin Yiling was truly at a loss and could only look to his father and sister for help.

"Mom, my brother has been busy with his mission and can't contact the outside world. How could he forget you in these five years? He has been preparing gifts for you every year. I will bring them all back to you when I go back."

Joking aside, I still have to help my older brother.

"Do I need his measly little bit? His salary for five years is not even as much as my monthly expenses. Tell him not to spend money on gifts, so that his father and I won't have to subsidize him when he runs out of money."

"If you're so kind, you might as well just write a 10,000-word self-criticism and have you bring it back to me."

Lan Mingyue's words surprised everyone present.

Jin Yiling and Mo Xiu were both speechless, their mouths agape.

"A 10,000-word self-criticism by hand?" Mo Xiu cast a sympathetic glance at Jin Yiling; that was enough to fill a short story.

This is the price of being out of contact for five years.

"Mom, don't worry about saving me money. I've lived for over twenty years and I have some savings. Besides, I don't need to spend much money in the army." Compared to a 10,000-word self-criticism, Jin Yiling was more willing to spend money to make his mother happy.

"Alright, since you insist, then it'll be a 10,000-word self-criticism, plus the gift I received. Hanxi and Wuyou, you two will keep an eye on him together."

At this moment, Jin Yiling realized things were going badly, and he lost all interest in the barbecue, deciding to just give up.

"Brother, it's okay. It's only 10,000 words, not much. Just write the first few hundred words carefully, and the last few hundred words carefully too. The mothers probably won't have the patience to read the middle part. Even if they do, it doesn't matter if they find you're just being perfunctory. She's deliberately making things difficult for you with a 10,000-word self-criticism. Let's just prepare a sincere gift and try to please her." Jin Wuyou didn't think it was a serious problem.

Her words drew frequent glances from Jin Hanxi and Jin Yiling.

"You make it sound so easy. If it were you, it would be easy to handle. You could just act cute and it would be over."

"What kind of gift should I prepare to please her? Our princess has high standards, and I haven't earned much in the past five years. How many gifts do I need to give her to show my sincerity?" Jin Yiling was already starting to break down.

“At least ten. Your self-criticism can be perfunctory, but the gifts cannot.” Jin Wuyou was still helping to come up with ideas, and Jin Hanxi was also nodding in agreement.

"At least ten? How did you calculate that?" Jin Yiling didn't understand.

"Five years should bring five birthday gifts, plus five Mother's Day gifts. That's the bare minimum."

"There's also Women's Day, your parents' wedding anniversary, and if you're filial, you should also give your mother a gift on your birthday. Even though you weren't born naturally and your mother didn't suffer much during your birth, she still worried a lot about you."

“These are all the gifts I’ve prepared for my mother over the past five years, as well as little surprises I’ve prepared for her on ordinary days,” Jin Wuyou said, counting on her fingers as she told him.

"Wow, no wonder she only remembers you! Did Dad get a share of these gifts?" Jin Yiling was shocked by Jin Wuyou's thoughtfulness and also by her wealth.

"Yes, every single one, but they'll arrive a little late." Jin Hanxi nodded immediately, then looked at his son with some disdain.

"Brother, don't be envious. I've prepared gifts for you, but I can't get in touch with you. I've kept them all, and you'll receive them when you get home."

Jin Yiling knew that his mother wouldn't let it go this time if he couldn't come up with a decent gift, but he still wouldn't give up.

"Dad, how much have you given away in the past five years?"

"Just like Wuyou, your mother's birthday, Mother's Day, Women's Day, our various anniversaries, your and Wuyou's birthdays, and little surprises every day."

"If that's the case, wouldn't I need to prepare fifty gifts to make it reasonable?"

"Besides, my mom is a princess! The gifts she receives must be worth at least hundreds of millions, how can my savings withstand such a drain?" Jin Yiling was on the verge of tears.

His savings of twenty years are about to be emptied.

Everyone present cast a sympathetic glance at him.

"Fifty gifts will cost a lot of star coins, and deciding what to give is also a difficult task. You can't give the same gift twice."

“It’s okay, brother. I’ll help you think of something. I’m also preparing gifts for my family. We can go out for a stroll tomorrow.”

With the matter settled, they continued their barbecue.

After all, she is his own mother. Lan Mingyue wouldn't force Jin Yiling to his death, and Jin Yiling wouldn't be under that much pressure.

However, money is indeed a big problem.

Although he has made continuous contributions over the past five years, he has spent all his savings on himself.

Currently, the wealthiest members of their generation are Wuyou and her second brother, Jin Yizhi.

In Jin Yiling's mind, Jin Yizhi was a cunning businessman. Borrowing money from him might lead to being tricked into signing a contract to work for him for the rest of your life. It was more reliable to ask his own sister.

Jin Wuyou is generous and doesn't have many wicked thoughts.

Jin Wuyou was indeed generous; he transferred 10 billion yuan to Jin Yiling as soon as he asked, leaving Jin Yiling stunned.

If it were the unscrupulous merchant Jin Yizhi, who knows how many unequal treaties he would have been forced to sign.