Chapter 499 (Final Chapter): We, the Generations, Inherit Our Will

The Wei family's residence is located in an old manor on the outskirts of Beijing. Bright and warm sunlight streams through the doors and windows onto the floor of the first-floor living room, while a gentle breeze brings a sense of peace and tranquility.

The young scions of the five prominent families in Beijing's elite circles—the Bai, Wei, Zhou, An, and Yu families—gathered together, their joyful laughter filling the air.

In the absence of their elders and older siblings, a group of young people adopted various postures. Some lazily leaned on the sofa, while others slumped against the cabinet. They gathered in twos and threes, laughing and joking, discussing current events, or planning collaborative projects. There were even a few younger ones who were having a secret meeting, secretly pondering how to avoid the "iron fist" of their older siblings after the end of the semester.

In short, this group of young people, who are either noble and elegant, serious and steady, or cunning and witty in public, now without their elders, siblings and outsiders, are all standing and sitting improperly. However, one can see the involuntary closeness and trust they show to each other in their every move.

"Little Wei, is this how you wrap flowers?" Yu Yazhi leaned over and pressed herself against Bai Nuo, holding a red silk flower in her hand. The flower was wrapped crookedly and strangely.

"Oh dear, are your hands pig's trotters? How can they be so clumsy!" Bai Nuo rolled her eyes without any politeness. This guy is supposed to be a sharp-tongued diplomat who can make foreign ministries wary. He's quick-witted, but his hands are incredibly clumsy.

"Hey, why don't you try it with your mouth? I feel like your mouth is better than your hands!" An Mianyan leaned over and added insult to injury for his cousin without any hesitation.

"You little lamb, you're asking for it!" Yu Yazhi casually stuck the ugly red silk flower on Bai Nuo's head, then turned and pounced on An Mianyan.

"Oh my god!" An Mianyan nimbly flipped over the back of the sofa, and then did a backflip to dodge Yu Yazhi's "iron fist".

"Big Flower Branch, be careful. Tomorrow is Wei Xiaoniu and Meng Xiaopang's wedding. Do you want us to attend with two disfigured faces?"

“No need for that.” A young man sitting cross-legged by the tea table by the window spoke in a leisurely manner, his eyes full of lazy mockery. “After all, your faces are not as important as the reputation of our five families. The old ladies in the family will probably send you to stand guard in the back kitchen.”

"An Yun!"

"Beat him up!"

The two sisters made up instantly, all it took was An Yun's sharp tongue!

Fang Meng, leaning back opposite him with a bold and unrestrained posture, didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. While diligently repairing the silk flowers in his hands, he disdainfully tossed out a remark: "Serves you right, you have a sharp tongue."

Suddenly, a soft, slow, yet elegant and steady footstep came from upstairs, and Bai Nuo and Fang Meng stopped moving at the same time.

"Silence!"

"It's my maternal grandmother and maternal grandmother!"

The two spoke almost simultaneously. The next second, the group of young people who had been acting frivolously and unruly instantly became serious. The young women sat upright and graceful, while the young men looked dignified and acted with composure. In every gesture, they displayed the demeanor and upbringing of scions of noble families.

Wei Xianhong and Liu Yilin appeared on the wooden stairs, one on each side, looking down and revealing a helpless smile.

After the reform and opening up, policies became much more open, and Chinese people no longer had to be as cautious as they had been in previous years. The Wei family's long-sealed classical manor finally opened its heavy doors once again.

This manor was originally a birthday gift from the patriarch of the Wei family to his most prized granddaughter, Wei Qianhong, carrying the family's heritage and deep hopes.

The manor was first built in the early years of the Republic of China. Old Master Wei specially hired a famous design team from abroad at a high salary to carefully design it, and every brick and tile incorporates the essence of European classical architecture.

From the carved patterns on the Roman columns to the curved lines of the arcades, from the stained glass windows to the marble steps, everything exudes an elegant charm that transcends time.

Today, this manor, filled with the passage of time and warmth, was personally gifted by Wei Qianhong to her beloved granddaughter as a wedding present.

In the darkness, it seemed like a ritual that transcended time and space, a silent transmission of the warmth of blood ties. This manor is not just a residence, but a monument to emotions, silently telling of the Wei family's unparalleled and profound love for their most beloved younger generation.

"Good morning, Grandma and Grandma!"

"Greetings, Granny Wei and Granny Liu!"

The younger generation, who had instantly transformed, rose to their feet, some with elegance and poise, others with composure and dignity, and still others with obedience and politeness, nodding and greeting the two elderly ladies who were approaching slowly, showcasing the education and manners of children from a distinguished family.

Liu Yilin smiled helplessly and turned to look at her childhood best friend: "They really are just like our younger siblings back then. Without elders and older siblings to keep an eye on them, they all act like little monkeys."

Wei Qianhong smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. There always needs to be some life in the house. With their older brothers and sisters looking after them, they can't cause any trouble."

They weren't the kind of rigid, old-fashioned matriarchs who would make the atmosphere at home too stifling if they didn't even allow this much freedom. Besides, these children were all sensible and never disrespected the family's dignity and reputation in public.

"How are the preparations going, Niu Niu and Xiao Meng? Tomorrow is your wedding, but there's no need to be too nervous. Times have changed, and there aren't so many formalities these days."

“Yes, Grandma. We’re almost ready. Grandpa instructed yesterday that we should wear military uniforms for the formal ceremony, and then change into cheongsams and suits for the toasts and tea.” Bai Nuo sat upright on the single sofa, her tone gentle and warm.

On the other side of the roof, Fang Meng knelt on one knee and, with practiced ease and polite manner, poured tea for the two elderly ladies.

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