The Rural Tycoon

My name's Jeff Ward. Tonight, I booked the top-floor private dining room at the DY Hotel in South City to celebrate Carrie Seinfeld's twenty-fifth birthday. The room was elegantly decorated. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's sparkling lights stretched endlessly. A cool evening breeze drifted through the half-open window, bringing a sense of ease. Carrie Seinfeld wore the champagne-colored dress I gave her, her eyes curved into a smile as she linked her arm with mine, her face glowing with happiness. My future father-in-law Jimmy Seinfeld and future mother-in-law Grace sat across from us, their faces soft with gentle smiles, occasionally urging Carrie to eat more. This was my first official dinner with Carrie's parents. I had reserved the table two weeks in advance and brought gifts for them. Grace took the jade bracelet I offered, gently stroking its carved surface. "Jeff, this is too generous. Please don't go to such trouble next time." Jimmy Seinfeld waved his hand with a smile, "It's the thought that counts. As long as you treat Carrie well, we'll be at ease." I smiled and agreed, picking up a piece of the steamed fish she loved for Carrie and pouring more wine for her parents. The atmosphere at the table was warm and friendly. Jimmy Seinfeld asked about my work and family, and I answered honestly. I told him I managed several hotels and was usually quite busy. My parents lived in the countryside and were still healthy. Jimmy Seinfeld nodded, praising me for being young and capable. Grace joined in, saying Carrie was truly fortunate. Carrie leaned on my shoulder and whispered, "I just knew my parents would like you." I held her hand, full of hope, thinking this birthday dinner might bring us closer, maybe even set a wedding date.