Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

After resting enough, Yue Guangzhi went out and bought a lot of clothes, shoes, and socks. He settled down at Mei Yusheng's place three days later.

He thought of his father, Yue Jiangting.

I first called Xu Kaixuan to inquire about his situation.

Xu Kaixuan was overjoyed: "Xiaozhi, you're out! I asked my cousin, and he said it would be in a week. I was planning to pick you up."

"Thank you, I came out early," Yue Guangzhi smiled. "How is my dad now? Where is he living? I'll go see him."

Xu Kaixuan immediately sent him his exact location and offered to come pick him up, but Yue Guangzhi refused.

I bought some nutritional supplements and took them to Mingxiang Bookstore.

That was their old home, the home where Mei Yusheng lived for more than 20 years.

Yue Guangzhi was surprised to learn that Yue Jiangting had moved back to his old house.

Xu Kaixuan said that when Mingxiang Academy was auctioned off, Yue Jiangting insisted on buying it back, so of course it couldn't be registered under his name but under Xu Kaixuan's.

Yue Guangzhi listened and roughly understood his father's feelings; he was reminiscing about the past.

Yue Guangzhi was so familiar with every plant and tree in the community that he even knew where there were children's graffiti in the stairwells and where a piece of paint had fallen off.

You could find your way home with your eyes closed. The painted security door has obvious scratches and some paint is peeling off.

Time seemed to flow backward, and Yue Guangzhi vaguely felt that as soon as he knocked on the door, Mei Yusheng would open it and say to him with a smile, "You're back. Dinner is ready. Come in and eat."

Tears welled up in Yue Guangzhi's eyes as he bent his fingers and knocked on the door.

"You must be Mr. Yue's son?" A plump middle-aged woman opened the door, her face crinkling with laughter. "Mr. Xu told me you would be coming today. Please come in, Mr. Yue has been waiting for you for a long time."

Yue Guangzhi pulled himself out of his reverie and faced the cold reality, forcing a smile as he said, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it!" The plump aunt waved her hand modestly. "Mr. Xu is a very kind person. He comes to visit almost every day and even told me to take good care of President Yue. He's even better than a son to me. Hehehe..."

Yue Guangzhi followed her laughter into the master bedroom and immediately saw the withered old man lying on the bed.

Her cloudy eyes looked at him urgently, staring intently at him. Her wiry arms reached out from under the covers, pointing directly at him, and she made muffled "heh-heh" sounds.

"Dad!" Yue Guangzhi could hardly believe it. His once tall and strong father had become so thin and frail.

On Yue Jiangting's skinny face, his cheekbones protruded high, his complexion was dull, and he even had a patch of age spots.

His eyes were sunken, his lips were dry and shriveled, and his face was covered with wrinkles. He was no longer the imposing figure he once was.

"Dad, how could you..." Yue Guangzhi hurriedly grasped Yue Jiangting's outstretched hand, the knuckles aching from the pressure. "How could you become so sick?"

Yue Jiangting seemed to have phlegm in his throat, making a gurgling sound with each breath, and the whole room was filled with an unpleasant odor.

"Ahem, Mr. Yue," the plump auntie chuckled awkwardly, looking somewhat uneasy, "It's not that I haven't taken good care of him, it's just that Mr. Yue is really too ill. After his second stroke, he couldn't speak and was bedridden. Mr. Xu takes him to the hospital for checkups regularly and brings back a bunch of medicine, look!"

She gestured with her mouth towards the pile of medicine bottles on the table: "I have to feed him medicine at regular times and in fixed amounts every day to make sure his condition doesn't get worse. He doesn't have a good appetite, so I have to coax him to eat a little more every day. Sigh, I have no other choice."

"Uh..." Yue Jiangting suddenly made a strange sound, his hand reaching into the quilt, his lips trembling.

"Here, here!" The plump aunt hurriedly pulled a photo frame from under his blanket. "He's looking for this."

When Yue Guangzhi looked at it, he saw it was a family photo taken before. He was only six or seven years old at the time, and Mei Yusheng and Yue Jiangting were still very young. They were all wearing cheap coarse cloth clothes, but they had a happy smile on their faces.

The deceased grandparents also looked very young. This photo was taken shortly after they moved to their new home.

"Sigh, this was brought over by Mr. Xu after Mr. Yue asked him to. He would look at the photos all the time, as if he could never get enough of them," the plump auntie explained.

Yue Guangzhi choked back tears and called out, "Dad!"

As she stroked the person in the photo, tears fell, splashing onto the glass mirror and turning into a puddle.

“Rain, rain…sound…” Yue Jiangting managed to utter two indistinct syllables, but Yue Guangzhi recognized that he was calling his mother’s name.

"Dad, Mom is doing well now. You should get well soon, and I'll take you to see her when you're better." Yue Guangzhi wiped the photo frame clean with his sleeve and handed it to Yue Jiangting.

Yue Jiangting hugged it tightly, as if it were a precious treasure, afraid that it would be taken away.

“Dad, Mom’s a writer now. She’s stopped modeling and livestreaming.” Yue Guangzhi said, as if to Yue Jiangting, but also as if to himself. “Her novel was made into a TV series. I’ll find it for you to watch later. Dad, we were all wrong before.”

Wiping away the tears from the glass mirror with his fingers, he gazed at the family inside, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to the past.

"Even if we don't earn a lot of money and just support an ordinary family, as long as we are all together happily, we'll be happier than we are now, right, Dad?"

Two streams of hot tears welled up in Yue Jiangting's eyes, and his lips trembled as he made strange sounds, like a sob or a cry.

When Yue Guangzhi came out of Mingxiang Academy, his heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He took a few deep breaths, blinked hard, and forced back the burning sensation in his eyes.

In a moment of impulse, he almost blurted out that he also lived here to look after his father, but then he remembered that Xuanxuan was there, and he couldn't just sit around doing nothing all day; he needed to find a job.

He'll break down soon if he spends all his time with one patient.

He is still young and must become independent. Even if it's just so that Xuanxuan won't look down on him when he grows up, he must live his life seriously.

The image of his father flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't help but shiver, quickening his pace.

At the entrance of the supermarket across the street, Shen Yingying walked out carrying shopping bags and was stunned when she saw Yue Guangzhi.

Looking closely, I quickly thought about it for a moment and suddenly realized what was going on. I couldn't help but sigh at how fast time flies; three years had already passed.

Judging from Yue Guangzhi's decent attire, he must have returned to Mei Yusheng's place.

Shen Yingying's gaze followed his retreating figure until he got into a taxi, then she looked away and rubbed her sore eyes.

These three years have been full of ups and downs for her. She went from being a multi-millionaire at the time of her divorce to quickly returning to her original state.

She has already sold her old house and now lives in an 80-square-meter old apartment in a community next to Mingxiang Shuyuan.

Right after her divorce, she was full of ambition, fantasizing that she could live as wonderfully as Mei Yusheng, or even better, since she was still young.

However, reality was not as easy as she had imagined, and she was not as clever as she had expected.