"Mom, I... just told him..." Tang Yue felt a bit embarrassed in front of her mother-in-law after her mother-in-law teased her like that. Mo Xiaolin decided to seize the moment, in case the prospective daughter-in-law felt too shy and decided to leave, that wouldn't be good. Mo Xiaolin dragged out her tone, then she shifted the topic to Ruan Xiuxiu. She said, "Xiao Yue, I know you are kind-hearted, but sometimes, just having a kind heart isn't enough." "Isn't that the truth." Tang Yue sighed heavily and said, "At the time, I just thought that making dolls was a good idea, perfect for the sisters-in-law, and moreover, they could bring it to the motor team. The sisters-in-law would stay at the motor team, where most of the conditions are not good." Tang Yue's eyes drifted to a fashion magazine nearby. The magazine featured both domestic and international fashion elements and was one of the sources of inspiration for Tang Yue. Initially, she wanted to work hard to earn money, firstly to make up for the regrets of her previous life, and later, she hoped to change her family's life. Money is not omnipotent, but without money, you absolutely can't do anything. In her previous life, her family was poor; Mr. Tang worked himself to death in the forest farm just to earn her tuition. Because they had no money, her mother Zhang Hualian had to work hard every day to earn money, and before Tang Yue matured, whenever someone showed her care, she thought he was her true love and the biggest support in her life. In her previous life, she struggled between leaving Wu Xinming, and continuing forward, and was stuck in the mire of tirelessly working day and night. Tang Yue lowered her head, gathering her thoughts; it had been a long time since she last thought about the past. She then said, "Mom, many sisters-in-law have families to support, their single salary has to provide for their wives and children, and also their parents far away in their hometown. I don't know what I can do for them, I just think of doing whatever I can." Mo Xiaolin comforted her, "Xiao Yue, we are human, not gods; we can't help everyone, but you are already doing well enough." "Mom, later when the garment factory opens, we will definitely need a lot of people. Maybe some will be willing to come?" Tang Yue, previously disheartened, now spoke cheerfully, "Mom, let's go check out the wedding house tomorrow, and then you can give us some advice." "Sure." Mo Xiaolin rarely got so close with Tang Yue, turning off the lights, they talked in bed late into the night and, unsurprisingly, woke up late the next day. Mo Siyu had already left for work, leaving behind some hot porridge, buns, and two eggs. "Mom, knowing you were coming, Siyu is really thoughtful," Tang Yue praised him. Updates are released by N0veI.Fiɾe.net Mo Xiaolin raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm just benefiting from your light." "Cough." Tang Yue, teased , instantly felt embarrassed. Meng Jin returned to his office and closed his eyes, recalling his grandfather's admonishment. Before this, grandfather did not like Mo Siyu at all because of Meng Yanzhi's matter, and every time he saw him, he would warn him. Meng Jin actually admired Mo Siyu quite a bit. Although they didn't interact much, his character was better than many. Mo Siyu had started from scratch and now owned something like Pinganda Express. Although it only delivered local small goods, having a business meant earning money. He didn't know why, but whenever he saw Mo Siyu, he always thought of Xiaolin. Could it be because they both share the Mo surname? Meng Jin's thoughts wandered; he took out a newly arrived map of Huaxia. He leaned forward slightly and in just a moment, he found Jiang Province. His eyes settled on 'Wangjiang County', a place he had visited countless times over more than twenty years. "Xiaolin, you said you are from Wangjiang County, but why is it that even after I've covered every inch of Wangjiang County, I still can't find you?" Meng Jin's fingertips touched Wangjiang County, and he closed his eyes, as if a beautiful young girl of around eighteen or nineteen appeared before his eyes. I still remember the first time I saw Xiaolin, she was singing on stage, her voice melodious and flowing. She wore her hair in two thick braids and donned a plaid dress, standing upright on the stage. Her eyes were large and round, and her voice was sweet, making him remember this girl who sang beautifully, had attractive eyes, and was also pretty. Later, perhaps due to a special fate, she sprained her ankle, and he supported her for a walk. He clearly remembers every word spoken with Xiaolin during that walk. He and Mo Xiaolin had a simple wedding ceremony, and he planned to take Xiaolin home to meet his father later. The few months were the happiest moments of his life. However, suddenly there was chaos in the area they were living in, and he was separated from Mo Xiaolin. Before he could search for her, there was trouble at his father Old Master Meng's place. Meng Jin thought about returning home first and then coming back to take Mo Xiaolin with him. But when he returned, he could not find Mo Xiaolin anymore. The only thing he remembered was that Mo Xiaolin was from Wangjiang County in Jiang Province, and thereafter, he spent over twenty years searching for her. Where exactly is Wangjiang County? Meng Jin gently touched the name of the place, overwhelmed by his longing. "Mr. Meng." A knock sounded, and Meng Jin composed himself, saying in a deep voice: "Come in." "Mr. Meng, here are the company's files over the years." The secretary walked in and handed over the documents. "Okay," Meng Jin responded. As the secretary set down the documents, he noticed the name 'Wangjiang' on Meng Jin's map, which seemed different from other places. Surprised, he remarked, "Huh, why are there two Wangjiang Counties?" "That's not right, this character is incorrect," the secretary said, puzzled. A shock like thunder struck Meng Jin's mind. Two Wangjiang Counties? "Is there another Wangjiang County?" Meng Jin looked at the soldier, asking excitedly, "Come here, is there another Wangjiang County?" "I don't know where exactly, but I only know it's in Jiang City, Wangjiang County. Isn't Brother Mo from Wangjiang County?" He had previously visited the motorcade and collaborated with Mo Siyu, and it was by chance that he heard Mo Siyu was from Wangjiang County. "Mo Siyu is from Wangjiang County?" Meng Jin muttered, looking at the soldier. The secretary nodded affirming, "Yes, Mr. Meng, there was a time when Brother Mo's fiancée lost her ID, and I was the one who found it." Because of this incident, Tang Yue was very grateful later on and sent him quite a bit of food. Moreover, when he saw the name 'Wangjiang' that time, he even joked saying they might not be from the same village, having been childhood sweethearts. Thus, he had a deep impression of this. "How was it written?" Meng Jin asked. The secretary quickly wrote it down. Seeing the one-character difference between 'Wangjiang' and 'Wangjiang', Meng Jin's heart uncontrollably leaped. After the secretary left, Meng Jin meticulously examined the map again. When he found Wangjiang County, Meng Jin specially switched to a map of Jiang Province. The map of Jiang Province was detailed down to each county: Wangjiang County and Wangjiang County—one in the east and one in the west, one at the northernmost and one at the southernmost of Jiang Province.