If someone had told her half a year ago that Lin Xu would have a career in Beijing and a house worth tens of millions, she absolutely wouldn't have believed it.
But now, even though the facts have unfolded, Chen Meijuan still feels like she's in a dream.
Just as she was holding Dundun and feeling nostalgic, the doorbell rang.
Chen Yan, Ren Jie, Shen Guofu, Han Shuzhen, and others arrived upstairs.
"Aunt Chen, are you really going back tomorrow? We were hoping to invite you to the New Year's engagement party."
Chen Yan felt reluctant, and Chen Yuanyuan also said:
"Third Aunt, how about staying for a few more days?"
"I can't, the resort over there is expanding and needs to be completed by the twentieth of the lunar month, because the wedding for Lin Xu's wedding is planned for the Spring Festival. They're also planning to host one back in our hometown, and if there's scaffolding everywhere by then, it would be really awkward."
