novelraw Chapter 0195 Taking My Home on a Wandering Trip
Chapter 0195 Taking My Home on a Wandering Trip
Time is a gentle magic.
Little Niannian is five years old.
The little girl perfectly inherited her parents' good genes, and was beautifully sculpted and incredibly clever.
Because she wasn't old enough to start elementary school, she became the most idle "unemployed person" in the family.
That year, Wen Ning's career experienced a complete breakthrough.
Her "Life and Color" series of paintings caused a huge sensation internationally.
The world’s top art galleries have jointly invited her to hold a year-long global touring exhibition.
From New York to Paris, from London to Tokyo.
This is the highest honor that any painter dreams of.
But Wen Ning hesitated when she held the invitation.
A year has passed, and the schedule is too packed.
She couldn't bear to leave her five-year-old daughter at home, and she couldn't bear to be in a long-distance relationship with Jiang Ci.
Just as she was preparing to politely decline or shorten her trip to the shortest possible time.
At the Limitless board meeting, Jiang Ci dropped a bombshell.
"I want to take a long vacation."
He sat in the main seat, speaking in a calm tone as if he were discussing what to have for lunch.
"The return date is uncertain."
The entire board of directors was in an uproar.
Su Qing sat down next to him and pressed her throbbing temples.
"President Jiang, are you planning to become a monk?"
"Not becoming a monk."
Jiang Ci packed up his pen and stood up.
His eyes and brows were brimming with undisguised smugness.
"My wife is going to hold a global exhibition tour."
"I've decided to step back from my frontline role and become a full-time family member."
He decisively handed over the company's daily operations to a team of professional managers led by Su Qing and Zhang Annian.
They only retained the final decision-making power over major strategies.
In his words, "I've made enough money, now it's time to go see the world with my wife."
……
Our first stop was Paris.
Three years ago, Wen Ning endured the most difficult and coldest years here.
Three years later, she held Jiang Ci's hand and walked proudly down the Champs-Élysées with her daughter.
In autumn, fallen leaves carpet the cobblestone streets of Montmartre.
Wen Ning set up his easel and sat down to sketch at an open-air café on the street corner.
Little Niannian was wearing a khaki trench coat and a beret, looking like a delicate porcelain doll.
Holding a baguette she had just bought, she was happily chasing after white doves in the square.
Jiang Ci was not wearing a suit.
He changed into a casual windbreaker and carried a huge backpack that seemed completely out of place with his aloof demeanor.
The bag contained Wen Ning's water bottle, Niannian's wet wipes, spare diapers, snacks, and a refill of paintbrushes.
He was like a most loyal guardian.
While keeping an eye on her daughter running around in the square, she would occasionally walk over to Wen Ning's side.
I unscrewed the thermos and held it to her lips.
"Have some water and rest for a while."
……
Our second stop was Iceland.
Winter in the far north is bitterly cold.
The family of three, wrapped up like three round rice dumplings, stood on the black sand beach.
The night sky was clear.
The green and purple aurora borealis, like the skirts of a deity, danced brilliantly across the sky.
"Dad! It's dawn!"
Little Niannian was so excited that she jumped around in the snow and shouted at the sky.
Jiang Ci carried his daughter on his shoulders so she could see more clearly.
He turned his head and looked at Wen Ning beside him.
The aurora borealis shone on her face, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
He reached out and, through his thick gloves, took her hand.
Under the aurora borealis, the two smiled at each other.
……
The third stop was the wild African savanna.
The golden sunset bathed the boundless savanna.
Several giant baobab trees stand silently on the horizon.
The edge of a safe camp.
Wen Ning sat on the hood of an SUV, quickly sketching the distant elephant herd in his sketchbook.
Holding a net, Xiao Niannian, under the guidance of her guide, excitedly chased after several large, colorful butterflies.
Jiang resigned.
He was holding a top-of-the-line Leica camera.
This is the CEO of a company worth hundreds of billions who used to only look at financial statements and study AI algorithms.
During this long journey, I honed my photography skills to a professional level.
He learned what the rule of thirds was.
I've learned how to use backlighting to capture the most beautiful silhouettes.
The sound of camera shutters kept ringing out.
"Click."
"Click."
But if you open Jiang Ci's camera album, you'll find a strange phenomenon.
There is almost no magnificent natural scenery inside.
There were no aurora borealis, no lions, and no Eiffel Tower.
His camera lens is full of people.
All of them are Wen Ning's focused profile as she paints, and her skirt billowing in the wind.
All of them are the fluffy back of Xiao Nian Nian's head when she runs, and her little hands covered in mud.
All I could see were the backs of the mother and daughter, both big and small.
He doesn't need to record the world.
Because his world is captured in his lens.
……
Night falls.
The edge of the Sahara Desert.
This place is far from all light pollution.
Looking up, you see the vast and boundless Milky Way, its starlight so dazzling it seems almost within reach.
At the camp.
After playing all day, Xiao Niannian was exhausted and fell fast asleep on the large bed in the luxury tent.
Outside the tent.
A thick wool blanket was laid out.
Wen Ning and Jiang Ci lay side by side on the blanket, gazing up at the starry sky.
The desert night wind was a bit chilly. Jiang Ci stretched out his long arm and pulled Wen Ning into his embrace, warming her with his body heat.
It was extremely quiet all around.
The only sound was the faint rustling of the wind blowing across the sand dunes.
Wen Ning leaned against Jiang Ci's firm chest, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the zipper of his windbreaker.
Mr. Jiang.
She spoke softly, her voice sounding especially gentle in the night.
"Um?"
Jiang Ci lowered his head and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head.
"Limitless is currently in the midst of a full-scale expansion. Su Qing was just complaining on her WeChat Moments a couple of days ago that she was working like crazy."
Wen Ning looked up at his eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep under the starlight.
"You abandoned such a vast empire."
"Accompany us on our journey around the world."
"Really...no regrets?"
In the eyes of the world, that was the pinnacle of power.
He left without looking back.
Jiang Ci looked at her.
Look at those clear, bright eyes that are filled with his gaze.
He remembered three years ago.
In that dilapidated apartment, he forced himself into becoming an emotionless machine, just to climb to the top and prove himself to her.
And now.
He finally understood.
How cold it is at the highest point, and how monotonous the scenery is.
Nothing compares to the warmth she feels now, nestled in his arms.
Jiang Ci lowered his head.
Under the gentle starlight, I kissed her forehead.
Then, he tightened his arms around her.
"What's there to regret?"
His voice was low and husky, lingering, conveying a sense of ultimate relief and satisfaction after experiencing countless trials.
"Mrs. Jiang."
"Look at this starry sky, no matter how big or bright it is, it has nothing to do with me."
"because……"
He gazed into her eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"My world is right here in my arms."
Where else should I go?