In this life, Rong Yan was also very happy. Although she and her husband had only one daughter, this daughter was incredibly filial.
Moreover, she was very capable; she inherited her biological father's company and managed it brilliantly.
Rong Yan left a portion of her money to her daughter, and the majority was spent on charitable causes.
Because the wealth and company left by Qin Ye alone were so immense... immense enough that several generations couldn't spend it all.
Thus, keeping a portion of her own earnings for her daughter was sufficient.
When she closed her eyes at the age of ninety, the warmth of Qin Ye's hands still lingered in her palms...
***
Rong Yan struggled to open her eyes, only to realize that her body was running a high fever, and her throat was extremely dry, as if scorched by a burning stick.
Clearly, the body was in the throes of a high fever, and even lifting her hand required a great effort.
It seemed she had transmigrated again.
