Rebirth: What to do if you fall into a wolf's den

In the spacious and bright living room, soft lights shine in every corner, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

On the sofa, Father Ji and Father Fang, who had just finished playing chess, sat upright, each holding a cup of hot tea in their hands. They sometimes lowered their heads in thought, sometimes smiled at each other, as if they were having a conversation that only they could understand.

Ji Yan and Fang Yuan sat on a small sofa nearby, their heads leaning against each other, whispering, sharing each other's little secrets and daily trivia, with happy smiles on their faces.

At this moment, the aunt of the family walked gently to Ji's mother and asked in a gentle and respectful voice: "Madam, is dinner ready now?"

Mother Ji looked up at the wall clock and frowned slightly, obviously worried about something.

"I don't know if Boheng will get off work on time today." She murmured to herself, then turned to look at Fang Yuan, her eyes full of questions.

Fang Yuan was chatting with Ji Yan, and when she heard her mother's voice, she quickly turned around with a hint of apology and a smile on her face. "Auntie, don't worry, my brother should be home by now. Let Auntie prepare dinner now, it should be just in time."

There was a hint of certainty in her words, which eased Ji's mother's worries a little.

Hearing this, Ji's mother nodded and said to her aunt, "Then please start preparing now. Thank you for your hard work."

Auntie responded with a smile, turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen and started to get busy.

As time passed, the tempting aroma of food gradually wafted from the kitchen, making people salivate.

Soon, one after another delicious dishes were served on the table, neatly arranged, like a beautiful painting.

Just then, the doorbell rang, followed by Fang Boheng's familiar and powerful footsteps.

"Uncle, aunt, mom, dad, I'm here!" Fang Boheng shouted loudly as he entered the door, his face filled with joy of returning home.

Everyone stood up to welcome his return. Fang Boheng put on his slippers, walked to the dining table, and looked at the table full of delicacies, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

"Wow, today's dinner is so sumptuous! It seems I'm in for a treat." He said with a smile.

Ji Yan and Fang Yuan hurried forward, pulling Fang Boheng to sit down, one on each side. The family sat together and began to enjoy this sumptuous dinner.

At the table, everyone ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Father Ji and Father Fang talked about national affairs and current hot topics; Ji Yan and Fang Yuan shared each other's daily life and interesting stories.

Mother Ji always paid attention to everyone's dynamics. She picked up a piece of his favorite braised pork for Fang Boheng and gently reminded him: "Boheng, no matter how busy you are at work, you must take care of your health. Don't always stay up late to work overtime. What if you ruin your health?"

Fang Boheng took the dish from Ji's mother, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He smiled and thanked Ji's mother: "Aunt, don't worry. I will take good care of myself."

At this moment, Fang's mother glanced at Ji's mother gently, and the two seemed to exchange a tacit signal in their eyes.

Fang's mother cleared her throat, a sly smile appeared on her lips, and she officially began her "marriage urging meeting": "Boheng, your sister Yanyan is about to become a mother, why haven't you, as a brother, made any moves yet? Isn't it time for you to think about your own lifelong event?"

Fang Boheng couldn't help but smile awkwardly when he heard this. He scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "Mom, this can't be rushed. My main task now is work, and personal issues need to be dealt with slowly."

Seeing this, Ji's mother quickly tried to smooth things over: "Yes, the children all have their own plans. We just need to be a good backer and support them."

Her words were full of understanding and tolerance, which made Fang Boheng feel warm.

Although the atmosphere at the dinner table became a little subtle for a short time because of Fang's mother's "urging for marriage", it soon returned to its previous harmony.

On this warm night, time seems to become slow and beautiful.

The family sits together and enjoys the warmth and happiness brought by delicious food and family affection. Although such a scene is ordinary, it is full of the truth and beauty of life.

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In an old and elegant manor in Europe, the Wilson family's mansion was dyed with a warm golden glow by the setting sun. This day was an unprecedented festive day for the Wilson family.

Anthony Wilson, the young heir of the family, ended his busy work in the office early and set out on his journey home with excitement and disbelief.

Walking into the carved wooden door of the manor, Anthony's steps were light and powerful, and his face was filled with uncontrollable joy.

In the living room, Mrs. Wilson was sitting elegantly on the sofa, holding an old book in her hand, enjoying the quietness of the afternoon. Seeing her son coming home so early, she couldn't help but look up, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in her eyes.

"Anthony, why did you come back so early today? Is there nothing going on at the company?" Mrs. Wilson's voice was soft and concerned. Her eyes lingered on her son, trying to catch a clue.

Anthony walked quickly to his mother, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I have good news, but we have to wait until tonight to share it with everyone. Please ask the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous dinner first. We have a special celebration tonight."

There was a mysterious light in his eyes, and his tone contained a hint of pride and anticipation.

Mrs. Wilson raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and secretly guessed the source of her son's joy.

She knew that Anthony had been committed to expanding the family business, but this time there seemed to be an unusual breakthrough. "Oh? It seems like there is really good news."

She smiled slightly and did not ask any further questions. Instead, she looked forward to the night coming even more. "Okay, I'll go tell the kitchen right away. We'll have a family dinner tonight and celebrate properly."

After that, Mrs. Wilson stood up, her skirt swaying gently, like a noble lady walking out of a classical painting.

She walked slowly towards the kitchen, instructing the servants along the way, and every word she said revealed her importance and anticipation for this celebration. The kitchen immediately became busy, with the sound of cutting vegetables and the aroma of stewing intertwined, forming a cheerful prelude.

At dinner time, the entire Wilson family gathered together. The dishes on the table were rich and exquisite. Each dish embodied the chef's hard work and family warmth.