"Ji Yunmiao, ruining me wasn’t enough for you; do you want to ruin your sister too? I’m telling you, if I find out you approached her again, I’ll send you away." No matter how much she yelled, Miaomiao couldn’t hear her. He only silently shed tears, not knowing what he had done wrong. Why did his mother look at him with such anger and disgust? If being born with a disability was his fault, he was indeed unforgivable. "Don’t you dare scold Miaomiao." She resolutely stood in front of Miaomiao, defying Ji Lanyi’s authority. "Are you talking to me?" Ji Lanyi squinted her beautiful eyes, danger imminent. She was also scared, but she could not tolerate Miaomiao being yelled at: "I came to find Miaomiao on my own initiative. Don’t blame him. Today is also his birthday. You won’t let him celebrate his birthday, but can’t he at least eat a bowl of longevity noodles?" Ji Lanyi sneered: "What right does he have to celebrate his birthday? A severely disabled person, I have already tolerated his existence under my eye; that is enough for him. He still wants to celebrate his birthday?" With that, she dragged her away: "You are not allowed to interact with him anymore. If I see it again, I will send him away, and you will never see him again for the rest of your life." During the struggle, she turned her head in panic and saw Miaomiao’s hidden sorrow and tears. He was already so miserable; why did he have to face such a selfish and malicious mother? Estranged parents, a broken family, an unspeakable background, what kind of sin did Miaomiao commit in his past life to end up in such a family in this life? Her only luck in life was the greatest misfortune in Miaomiao’s life. No matter how picky and strict Ji Lanyi was with her, she could bear it. What she couldn’t tolerate was Ji Lanyi’s insult to Miaomiao’s character, the trampling of his dignity. He wasn’t even as important to her as the Persian cat she once raised. Her pity for Miaomiao equaled her hatred for Ji Lanyi. In the car, she didn’t know when she fell asleep. She dreamed of things from her childhood, tears unknowingly sliding down and falling on the back of her hand, somewhat scorching. Returning home, she asked the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles, a simple homemade dish with two egg pouches floating on top, golden in color and enticing in fragrance. Original content can be found at novel·fıre·net She took Yun Miao’s hand and led him downstairs, pressing him onto a chair. Miaomiao looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, raising his eyes in slight confusion. Yunya sat opposite, resting her chin on her hands, smiling: "Miaomiao, this year’s birthday is late, but I never forgot. Our longevity noodles; once we eat them, we can live a long life." She gently held Yun Miao’s hand and said softly, "We will be together forever, never parting." Miaomiao’s eyes were slightly moist, and he nodded with a pout. Yunya handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Eat." The two finished the bowl of noodles together, smiling at each other, as if they were back to their childhood, sharing a bowl of noodles in the corner of their room. The taste was different, but the mood remained the same over the past decade. "Miaomiao, happy sixteenth birthday. Every year, we’ve celebrated your birthday together, and we’ll continue to celebrate it together each year until we’re a hundred. Do you agree?" Miaomiao nodded heavily, then stood up and kissed Yun Ya’s forehead. Yunya closed her eyes, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Yaya, happy sixteenth birthday. We will always be together. Because of the Mayfair Consortium’s intervention, Yun’s was resurrected. The stock rebounded after hitting rock bottom, and many financial scholars and newspapers appeared, stating that foreign consortiums’ involvement was not a good sign, with mixed reviews. Online, there was more astonishment. Those who knew a little about the Mayfair Consortium knew its background and status—it was an absolute world leading company. Why did such a super consortium target a sinking ship like Yun’s? What was Yun’s charm? At the same time, apart from envy, jealousy, and hatred, there was nothing else directed toward Ji Yunya, the youngest group president in the country. Her demeanor at the press conference was impressive, exhibiting leadership style. Girls her age were still caught up in school romances, while she was steering a big company’s fate and collaborating with a super consortium. Such a life commanded admiration... Yunya had truly become famous again, standing at the top of the food chain, perfect to the point where even jealous detractors couldn’t find fault. No one could criticize Ji Yunya, from any aspect. She was a true national idol, combining intelligence and emotional quotient, embodying the definition of a goddess in an age where "goddess" was an overused term. Only one person fit that definition—Ji Yunya. Meanwhile, Uncle Qin had decided to marry Ji Die. Since marriage was decided, it couldn’t be delayed; Ji Die’s belly was about to show. The wedding sought Ji Die’s opinion, striving for simplicity, only inviting close relatives and friends, holding the ceremony in a chapel. Yunya looked at the beautiful woman in the white wedding dress in the mirror and smiled gently: "Aunt Die, you must be happy." Ji Die grabbed her hand, "Young Miss, I’m so nervous." Yunya tidied her veil, laughing: "No need to be nervous, not many people are here. Besides me and Brother Doo, only Uncle Qin’s two friends. You didn’t want it to be ostentatious, so it’s low-key to the end, though it indeed aggrieves you." Ji Die shook her head: "I’m not aggrieved." She looked at the woman in the mirror, revealing a warm smile. "This is something I never even dared to dream of before. I’m already very satisfied." Yunya glanced outside; the weather today wasn’t good, somewhat gloomy, with a bad premonition nagging at her heart. She had already instructed Uncle Chang, the wedding today couldn’t have any accidents. "Time’s up." A voice came from outside the door. Yunya snapped out of her thoughts, helping Ji Die up: "Let’s go, don’t keep Uncle Qin waiting."