Chapter 1171 - 1168: Marriage Certificate 2

He said blandly, "Despite my age not yet being enough to speak of being weather-beaten, at least, I have personally witnessed twenty years of rise and fall. Take us for example, ten years ago we were still as rich as a nation, but in these two years, we have been silent as cicadas in winter, spending a huge price to achieve victory..."

After winning, can you stand forever?

Relying on Old Zhang, can brilliance last forever?

No!

For thousands of years, countless grand families and noble clans, but how many of them have been passed down? Even a generation of the dynasty, in the end, is nothing but rain falling and fading, nowhere to be found.

"After winning, indeed I had an attachment to my position, and once I was extremely inflated. However, over this past half year, I suddenly feel, it’s nothing much..."

People who have never driven a Ferrari will never have the right to say: Is it just a car?

Saying this now means he has already achieved it.

Standing at the peak of a mountain viewing the scenery, beautiful as it is, yet lonely.

It’s nothing more than enjoying a bit of the pleasure of being high above, the fun of being pursued by countless people, flowers, and applause... But hadn’t I already obtained these long ago?

He pondered: Even the Huang Xiaojue of the past, wasn’t he the same? Who says that when he was at the pinnacle, he wasn’t proud and full of ambition? Otherwise, why did he marry Zhou Ting knowing it was a trap? Isn’t it a man’s gamble on a streak of glory? If not, could Huang Xiaojue have forced Wan Donglin to have been so downcast?

Only, because of circumstances, Huang Xiaojue realized the truth a step ahead of him—that step, the Harvard ceremony, changed everything.

The plane flew smoothly through the clouds.

Liu Daqing fell asleep again out of fatigue.

Wan Donglin was actually very tired too, but he couldn’t sleep, partly because of immense joy, partly because of the extreme emptiness following the immense joy—like a once energy-filled huge balloon suddenly deflated.

He was also powerless.

No one knows how he persevered during this half year.

Nightly insomnia, restless thoughts, never a day of peace.

Now, he finally got what he wished for.

Yan Xixi woke up to find the surroundings very quiet.

She sat up blankly, seeing Liu Daqing slightly snoring, the old man’s head leaned back against the chair, his graying hair more glaring, the entirety of his person thoroughly exhibiting the fatigue of someone in their seventies, even her hands on the armrest started to seem aged like dry branches and bark.

The palm was warm.

Lowering her head, she saw someone tightly grasping her hand. Even in sleep, the grip was very, very tight.

She wanted to pry him off, but he shifted slightly, still holding firmly. He slept soundly, the snores were loud, even thunder might not wake him suddenly.

He was astonishingly haggard too, even with eyes closed, she could see the deepening wrinkles on his forehead.

No, in her memory, he wasn’t like this—he was full of ambition, spirited and vigorous, dressed in a suit accompanying her the first time they boarded a plane; knocking on the door at their Boston home on New Year’s Eve...

But now, this man has aged.

Overnight, he was exceptionally old.

Her heart trembled, suddenly feeling this half year was like a dividing line. A magic wand...making everyone suddenly grow old amidst time.

Terrifying.

Even herself, her heart was deeply scarred and ancient.

She reconsidered, without withdrawing her hand.