The Godly Cultivation System: The housekeeper's boyfriend is actually the main god

Afterwards, the makeshift "family of three" sat warmly in the living room.

Nan Jingyou helps Yangyang with his lessons seriously.

Yangyang, who is seven and a half years old, is now in the first grade. Because of his poor health when he was young, he started school later.

When the atmosphere was just right, a loud shout made the uncle and nephew's bodies tremble at the same time.

"Cousin, I've brought Doudou to see you."

Half a minute later, Lin Yanzhi walked into the living room leading a little boy who looked about six or seven years old.

"Hey, Yangyang is here too. Doudou, you can play with brother Yangyang today." Lin Yanzhi patted the little boy's shoulder and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

The little boy put one hand in his pocket, with a cold and arrogant expression on his face, quite like a domineering president in his childhood.

He staggered after being hit by Lin Yanzhi, looked at his unreliable father, and sighed deeply.

Fortunately, my mother was blind and fell in love with my father, otherwise my father, who is not young at all but still silly and cute, would never be able to find a wife in his life.

Lin Yanzhi married a famous female boss in Beijing. The reason why she fell in love with him was because this female boss liked little boys like Lin Yanzhi.

So when she met Lin Yanzhi for the first time, the female boss fell in love with him at first sight.

Lin Yanzhi was indifferent at first, but he couldn't resist the doting of the female boss. The soft and cute little puppy couldn't resist and was soon deceived.

Lin Yanzhi's elder brother Lin Xingqing was also very satisfied with this marriage. He thought that his younger brother was too stupid and should find a strong and smart woman.

Anyway, as long as he is around, his younger brother will never be bullied.

So Lin Yanzhi was spoiled by his brother, his wife, and even his five-year-old son.

Even though he is now in his thirties, he still exudes the same clear stupidity as when he was young.

"Hehe, cousin, I'm going out on a date with my daughter Xixi today. Can you help me look after Doudou for a day?" Lin Yanzhi pushed his son forward a step and said with a smile.

"Okay, it's just right that Doudou can play with Yangyang." The reason why Nan Jingyou agreed so readily was that such things had become the norm in the past few years.

Fortunately, Doudou is very well behaved and gets along well with Yangyang.

Although Doudou is only nearly six years old, he has a very high IQ and started reading early. He and Yangyang were in the same class in kindergarten and are now in the same class in elementary school. It can be said that the two little guys grew up together.

After getting Nan Jingyou's consent, Lin Yanzhi gave Doudou a few instructions and left quickly.

Looking at Lin Yanzhi who didn't even leave a trace of exhaust gas, Nan Jingyou smiled and shook his head.

What an old kid.

In this way, Nan Jingyou's home became a nursery, and he unknowingly became a half-nanny.

……

The autumn wind is blowing gently, and winter is approaching.

The leaves in the yard were all over the ground. The servants swept them away, but they started falling again not long after.

The weather today is a bit gloomy and it looks like it's going to rain.

The bodyguard walked into the living room from outside and handed Nan Jingyou a black and white invitation.

Nan Jingyou held the invitation and frowned, with a bad feeling in his mind.

He opened the invitation and read the words on it, then he sighed.

"What happened? Why do you look so listless?" The temperature dropped several degrees in an instant. You Che took a knitted jacket from upstairs and put it on him.

Nan Jingyou handed him the invitation and said in a dull tone: "Ronghuan passed away."

Rong Huan was only in his early sixties, and he didn't expect the other party to die so early.

After some recollection, it seemed that the Rong Group had long been handed over to Rong Huan's eldest son. No matter what event he attended, Rong Huan was no longer present at the banquet.

He hasn't seen each other for several years.

I just didn’t expect that the meeting we had a few years ago would be the last one.

Nan Jingyou couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. In the past, he did blame the other party for betraying his uncle, but since Rong Huan took the initiative to find him to find out the truth last time, he gradually let it go.

But ever since that time, every time he saw Rong Huan, he felt like he seemed a few years older.

I don’t know if his early death had anything to do with his uncle.

Alas, things are unpredictable. If this is true, perhaps dying early would be a relief for Rong Huan.

Because no one wants to be stuck in the painful memories of the past.

The next day, he and You Che went to the Rong family estate to attend Rong Huan's funeral.

Standing in front of the mourning hall and looking at the large black-and-white photo, he seemed to see the black-and-white photo of his uncle's face in the old house.

One has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his face is immature, just like two people in different timelines, they will never meet again.

After bowing and placing a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the mourning hall, he and You Che prepared to leave side by side.

"Mr. Nan, wait a minute." Rong Huan's eldest son Rong Zixuan ran forward and stopped the two.

Nan Jingyou stopped and said, "Mr. Rong, what's the matter?"

Rong Zixuan pursed his lips, took out a letter from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Nan Jingyou.

"Mr. Nan, this is the letter my father left for you." Rong Zixuan's expression was a little sad.

"After I took over the company, my father told me about it. I was wondering why he let me take over so early, but later I found out that he didn't want to live anymore."

"To be honest, I was angry at first, but when I saw him dragging himself to death because of a person who had already died, I suddenly didn't blame him. Perhaps, the world was his shackles, and death was his liberation."

Seeing Nan Jingyou taking the letter, he smiled bitterly and said, "I know you may hate my father, but I hope you can take a serious look at his letter. I haven't opened it, but I hope that after reading it, you can forgive my father for his immature decision."

After saying this, he turned around and knelt again beside the mourning hall. His back was desolate and lonely, and his shaking spine was the last cry of a son for his father.

Nan Jingyou stared at the letter in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a few seconds, he took You Che's hand and said, "Let's go home."

After returning home, he did not open the letter immediately. Instead, a few days later, he picked up the letter and read it line by line.

There was nothing important in the letter. It was just Rong Huan's apology, admitting his cowardice and lack of courage.

Rong Huan was afraid that when he and Nan Jinghe grew old, no one would visit Nan Zhian's grave, so he asked him to help remind the younger generations of the Nan family not to forget that there was such a person as Nan Zhian.

The last words surprised Nan Jingyou very much. Rong Huan actually bought a piece of land not far from Nan Zhian’s grave. He wanted the descendants of the Rong family to bury his ashes there.

This way he can be closer to Nan Zhian.

Finally, he attached an apology, hoping that the Nan family would not blame him for his actions.

After reading the letter, Nan Jingyou remained silent for a long time. He felt very upset and as if he was holding his breath.

"Wife, you don't need to worry. Everything in the world has its own laws, and everyone has his or her own destiny."

“Since the past and present are not perfect, we might as well look forward to the future. Perhaps there will be unexpected developments.”

Nan Jingyou was amused by his incoherent remarks, "You think you are a philosopher, but you just say things that no one can understand."

You Che did not refute. He stared at those rosy lips with a smile and leaned over to kiss them.

He took great pains to make his wife feel better.

……

Year after year, everyone is walking towards the end of life.

Nan Jingyou and You Che had no children, so he decided to choose an heir from the Lin family.

In the end, the person chosen was Lin Yanzhi’s son Lin Yuanhang, also known as Dou Dou.

Perhaps Doudou inherited the Lin family's business talent, or perhaps Nan Jingyou intentionally cultivated him, because he began to show his prowess in business at the age of eighteen.

It was not until he was 25 years old that Nan Jingyou began to delegate power to him.

At the age of 28, Nan Jingyou completely handed over the Lin family to Doudou.

After so many years of development, the Nan Group has become a giant in the business world.

However, he did not hand over the Nan Group to the Lin family, but let Nan Jinghe's son, Nan Chaoyang, inherit it.

At this point, under his arrangement, the Lin and Nan families both found their own home.

He and You Che, on the other hand, became the sole proprietors of their own business, traveling around the world to see the beautiful scenery and enjoy life.

But time is ultimately ruthless.

Even with the health-strengthening and longevity medicines exchanged by Nan Jingyou, Nan's father and mother, as well as Lin Ruhua and Yun Mo, still cannot avoid facing the day of death.

But when they left, they left with a smile.

Because in this life, they have no regrets.

After seeing off the elderly people on both sides, Nan Jingyou was in a depressed mood for a long time.

Although he is not from this world, after living here for decades, he has long regarded these people as his closest relatives.

He couldn't remain indifferent when faced with the death of his loved ones.

Many years later, after he sent his brother Nan Jinghe and sister-in-law Jiang Xiran away, Nan Jingyou no longer had many concerns about this world.

The younger generation has their own path to follow, so he doesn't need to worry too much.

At the last moment of his life, he held the hand of You Che, who was also very old, and smiled brightly.

Just like on the island where they got married, under the sunshine, there were the happy smiles of the newlyweds.

When he closed his eyes, he made a wish in his heart. That was the reward given to him for the last mission.

"Xiaobai, I want to make a wish."

"Okay, Master. Go ahead."

"I hope that my father Nan, mother Nan, father Lin, uncle Yun, brother and sister-in-law Nan Jinghe, and Jiang Xiran will be born into a happy, wealthy, and complete family in their next life, with a happy marriage, filial children, and a long life."

Xiaobai was silent for a long time, seemingly thinking about the feasibility of this wish.

Fortunately, it quickly replied, "Good master, your wish will be granted."

This answer made Nan Jingyou's lips curl up slightly.

As his consciousness was about to fade, he said, "Hubby, let's meet in the temple."

In the blur, the word "OK" seemed to come from the void.

……

Nan Jingyou's funeral was personally handled by You Che, and he had a blank expression on his face throughout the whole process.

Although his face is old, his aura cannot be underestimated.

The younger generations of the Lin and Nan families all knelt in front of the mourning hall and cried bitterly. Only You Che walked into the bedroom holding the ashes.

He just waved his hand gently, and the ashes in the urn floated out of the box.

In mid-air, the ashes began to flow rapidly. After a moment, the scattered ashes condensed into a white bead and then fell into You Che's palm.

After doing this, the urn was covered and the inside was concealed by magic so that no one would find out that there was not a single ashes left inside.

The day after Nan Jingyou died, You Che also "died".

And in a distant temple, an exquisite person slowly opened his eyes.

After a while, a man wearing a black robe, a purple crown, and an imposing aura pushed the door open and walked in.

The person on the bed saw the person coming, opened her arms, and laughed so hard that her body shook, "Hubby, I want a hug."

……

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