For the following months, Ye Mingyu's name didn't even cross Su Xiaofei's mind as she was occupied with work and a number of meetings. Lu Qingfeng wasn't doing any better because now that his grandfather had stepped down from their massive business empire and had handed the authority to him, more work was piling up daily.
It was a good thing that her mother, Yun Qingrong, and his grandfather occasionally offered a hand to help them look after their twins while the couple were busy at work. Su Xiaofei was glad that her mother was recovering well, and there were no signs of cancer relapse. Yun Qingrong had officially retired, leaving the management completely to her daughter.
Su Xiaofei had just finished a conference meeting and returned to her office when she found a bouquet of flowers on her table. A small smile appeared on her lips as she picked up the handwritten card that simply read: Happy birthday, dearest.
