“The new year will definitely get better and better.”

The next day, because nothing happened, Jiang Zhiyue stayed in bed for a while before getting up.

After she washed up, she found that Chen Yan was indeed not there, but there was a red envelope on the table and a note next to it that said "For the wife".

It is the word Chen Yan.

Chen Yan's handwriting is very beautiful, and every stroke is strong and powerful.

Jiang Zhiyue stared at the word "Madam" and said, "She knew that Chen Yan had no other meaning, and her heartbeat was still a little messy.

The red envelope was very light. She opened it and saw a card dropped out.

Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but cover her mouth and laughed. It really had a very tame style.

In the past few years since she married into the Shen family, although Chen Yan did not like her, he had never treated her badly in material terms.

Jiang Zhiyue carefully put the card away and put it in the box. She still couldn't use it yet.

At noon, Jiang Yanli said she wanted to go back. Although Jiang Zhiyue really wanted her father to stay for a few more days, she also respected his ideas.

After lunch with my father, I sent him back in the afternoon.

In the sanatorium, Grandpa Chen found the best service for his father when he was still there. Even the nurses were chosen by him personally, and the little girl had contacted him, and they were all very serious people.

Dad can also be a companion to chat with others, and she is relieved.

After returning home, Jiang Zhiyue had nothing to do and ran to the third floor to touch the piano.

When she got married, Grandpa Chen knew that she liked music, so he prepared a piano for her and placed it on the third floor of the villa.

Grandpa Chen treated her as his granddaughter, but it was a pity that he left early, otherwise the little girl might have been happier in the past few years.

She held the piano keys on her hand and stared at the clean and tidy piano in a daze.

Suddenly I remembered that when she was eighteen years old, she won the Grand Prix at the Qingcheng Music Festival and swore that she would become a famous composer in the future.

At that time, she was wearing a red dress, her eyebrows and eyes were full of pride and unrestrained. It seemed that in just a few years, everything had become different.

Jiang Zhiyue was out of the way, but she still didn't press her hand and was about to go back to the bedroom to take a shower.

She had just finished taking a shower and her hair was halfway through, and the servant rushed over and knocked on the door.

"Madam, sir is drunk, please go and help sir."

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Chapter completed!