Jia Family, a catering empire that started from a small street restaurant. At the osmanthus banquet for his 80th birthday, rich second-generation Jia Baoyu brought back his designer girlfriend Lin Tian, causing a stir. Marriage, corruption, infidelity, divorce... Three generations are struggling between wealth and family love. The fall of the sweet-scented osmanthus is not a decline, but another kind of blooming. A modern family epic about choices, costs and female awakening.
Eighty-year-old Jia Guizhen is sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with a three-billion-dollar catering empire in front of her and a group of children and grandchildren with their own thoughts behind her. The eldest son Jia Zhengming is weak, the daughter-in-law Wang Jing is extremely controlling, the eldest grandson Jia Baoyu resists the family arrangement, CFO Wang Xifeng secretly hollows out the company, Jia Tanchun, a commoner, struggles between career and identity, and Jia Yuanchun, who married into a wealthy family, is trapped in a cold marriage.
At the osmanthus banquet for her 80th birthday, Jia Baoyu brought back independent designer Lin Tian. This girl with no background or family background is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake. At the same time, the Xue family proposed marriage conditions with an investment of 200 million; Wang Xifeng's accounting crisis was about to break out; Jia Yuanchun discovered ambiguous messages on her husband's mobile phone.
This is a family war without gunpowder. Some people leave, some people return; some people fall, some people stand up. When the sweet-scented osmanthus falls, its branches are still there; when the wind and snow pass, new buds sprout.
"Osmanthus Falls" uses the relationship between the characters in "A Dream of Red Mansions" as its skeleton and the power changes in contemporary family businesses as its flesh and blood. It tells the story of three generations of women's difficult choices between wealth, family ties, marriage and themselves. When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, the yard is filled with fragrance. The sweet-scented osmanthus lags behind, but its roots are still there. Those things that seem to wither will eventually bloom again in another way
